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A Series of Troubling Times Part 2
This society has turned into a dark, cold world. Where nobody was accepted for who they are, only by the religion they have possessed. I remember, from a long time ago my momma told me that “He is not who is judged by the religion they were born into, but the character they have chosen to worship.” That quote, kept on swirling in my head it has overturned me. Even though, I was on death row, those words have given me hope. Many relatives have been lost over the holocaust, the emotions run free in my heart, and they have been murdered for something they cannot change or help. It’s my turn, to go against this evil practice. August 5.1944 I have just opened my eyes; I see all of the faces of those who have been captured. We have been on a train for who knows how long, judging by the sliver of daylight peeking through the hole, it has to close to evening. The roars of wheels racing on the tracks, made the views beside us pass in a blur. I look all around, my eyes show how much I want to scream
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