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They have been playing a dirty game for years because they have nothing of depth to share, they have been playing a dirty game for year, without conscience, love or fear. They make counterfeit claims, the commit fraud that is wrapped up in the air. They cheat from the pulpit and the pew using the old woman to walk in a deceptive shoes. The aged old woman have been trying a thing but she has committed a terrible sin, calling down God off the cross early in the morning in bright lights, but God has walked away leaving her to go astray. And the brutal ministers with a strange awkward character has no clue what I am going through has played the game too, fornicating with the cross with the sisters in long dress and shorts after dark. They have created fake characters and gave me vinegar for my supper, no food to eat, no tool to use, just the sun burning daily underneath my shoes. They have been playing the same game for many years because they have nothing to do some of them have rock their nerves while other have been walking around in threadbare shoes. They never went to school and they don`t know the golden rules. Some cannot read or write and some of them have no mental Stamina. If they don`t eat for one year they would fall in utter despair . Everyone wants to claim premature power to the glittering crown that is getting heavier than their brain. It has caused so many of them to be dead. Stealing other people`s intellectual property oh what beguiling sin. The cunning snake has no more lace all it`s crime is wrapped up with the divine. And the children are in it too they use them to trouble me and you. The mini bus, and taxi men and all the well dress girls and hardline women. The politicians were playing the game too but they still don`t know facts from fiction. Every time when the show is done they find a sly way to deceive you and get you on the run. Watch out for the culprit peeping around the corner, and the road pimps crawling around the kitchen sink selling information just for a little supper. He is dressed up in red cap red top and bottom and ear ring in one ear. He spreads rumor to get passengers into his corner. The police and the Rasta man is part of the game, and the women and men congregating on the border were all brought to shame. They have made the biggest blunder that have cause many people to wonder. Some people couldn`t take it because they have not made it. The common men on the street walking with pride underneath their feet were also deceived. Who is doing what, and who is wearing the frock. The imitators and the impersonators, the body double and the look alike all played a painful sacrifice, the sniper on the roof galivanting in his underwear had nothing to share. The stalkers and the walkers, the drivers and the crusaders and everyone in the town could not fit in their night gown. The power of my brain has brought everyone to shame. The game has finally come to an end and the truth has been finally shed, a game without board a game without sound. It is a game that`s planted on the shore. It is my foot prints that you are trying to ignore. It is my foot prints that you have been using for years, it is my footprints that solve some of the most difficult crimes, it is my foot prints that made life so divine, it has shook the intellect and it has caused many to fret. It is now planted everywhere and you have nothing to fear. My words, my work has spoken and now the impasse has been broken. My foot prints will forever be in the sand you cannot erase it and you cannot remake it. History will unfold when the story is told don`t play this game any more. My footprints are walking all over the world.
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