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I am not going to let this world stress me out anymore because the Lord answers prayers. Recently, I passed away and made it all the way to heaven. This time, I am one of God’s holy angels.
 
Lord, I need to step out of this world again and find myself a shady tree.
Folks are killing each other for no reason at all. Yesterday, the sun started crying.
because they build those skyscrapers too high in these neighborhoods. Well, I am too scared to go in an elevator downtown. Every time I look up at those skyscraper buildings, my arthritis kicks in. Lord, in the morning, I need a little bit of sunshine on my face. Where is Mama's shady tree?

Every time I pick up the newspaper, I see corruption, violence, and bad news in this world. Mama used to say, “What the world needs now is love, sweet love." Look at these kids bringing guns and knives to school and participating in lock downs instead of lunch breaks. I know some of these kids are spoiled to the core.

Anyway, the kids figure it is more economical to sell drugs than to attend Yale or Princeton.
college. Well, too many video games and all that bling-bling rap music on TV are
destroying their young minds. Look at the young girls having babies and leaving a helpless
and a poor baby in the trash bins for the garbage men to pick up. We have babies making
more babies. 

Oh, heavenly Father and sweet Jesus, I need my shady tree to recover from all this mess! Lord, we have too many children ripping and running these streets without fathers at home, providing clothes, food, and shelter.

Cassius, please bring your mama a glass of ice water. Have you heard about the good news, “Jesus is coming back?” Lord, just let me live 999 years, or as long as Moses lived.

Well, I remember, back in the day, whenever I had any troubles in the world, I just went looking for Mama's shady tree. Cassius, please bring Mama her slippers so I can rest these tired old feet.

Now, bless his little soul. Well, I don't have to worry about it anymore because I died and went to heaven.
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