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Curse Be the Day That Gun Was Invented

curse be the day that gun was invented the creation of gun is like the born date of the devil this evil invention is killing us in a hurry so sad so many human are even it best friend like the gunman with just a click a soul is gone so brief and in a hurry what a killer curse be the day that gone was invented is obvious we are dieing in the hands of gunmen everyday their is a report of a gunshot in the cities in the media we can't escape the nemesis of this invention any longer it lives among us it is a part of the family in too many homes were hatred and ignorance is never a stranger it is killing a lot innocent souls what an invention of devaluation curse be the day that gun was invented an invention gone too viral a killer invention gone too deep in the souls of the devourer an evil invention in the hands of criminal is equal to a genocide of the innocent victims of peace I know that day it was invented was Satan birth day I realise is was his gift to humanity and now it is killing the souls of mankind curse be the day that gun was invented my ancestors was intimidated by gunmen my forefather's was force to slavery by gunmen my people has lost a lot by the fear of the hands of the gunmen it still never change the world still got a lot gunmen ready to devour another innocent soul so in my quest for humanity I realise that curse was the day that gun was invented

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