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Nobody ever ask them how they feel, they are always looking for something’s to satisfy their needs; they questioned everything  that they do and toss  the evidence out the door when the  defense kept asking for more.

Nobody ever asks them how they feel, they pretend as if their emotion is not real, their expected miracle did not come through because they are wearing the wrong pair of shoes.
 
Empty the closet and turn out the drawers, turn the mattress upside-down and pull down the curtain from the windows, for I am going to see you soon.

The mission is almost complete but the journey has just begun, and I need lots of blank papers for I am going to write some new songs. I have never written a song before, but they say that my poems have music in them and I can arrange them to a special musical scale and earn a million in a hundred days.

The scene was already set but the accused knew nothing about the anticipated death he came in town to run an errand but he was locked in when the news anchor started to sing, something peculiar was happening behind the scene that disrupted the travelers dream the news anchor was giving them clue for him to get an instant breakthrough but wisdom was not in his head and his emotion was suddenly shot dead.

The bone marrow popped out of his skin spilling blood on the ground and a section of his right brain was blown out and a ferocious wind blows it all over the town. I have never seen such things in my life, everything happen so quickly without a fight and it took everybody by surprise.

Nature is never in a hurry and so you don’t have to worry when tragedy sets in, just open the book and starts to sing.

When the wind starts to blow, take heed and find a safe place to go and continue with the show. The evidence was clear that the murder was near, and the rock of Gibraltar stood firm in the ground while the ferocious wave beats on the shore.

The diseased lies on the ground with twelve shots in his head and his body parts scattered around and the terrified workers running ,screaming and shouting at the mutilated body lying on the ground, while the news anchor and the crowd surround the body soaked in blood  and she narrates the story.

Something was not meant to be when you are far away from home, but destiny will bring it to you and make your story fit. Remove the mutilated body from the room and go home.
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