Judgement Throng
Christ sit in heaven high upon a throng, he can see the whole wide world and what is going on. He can see what is right and he can see what is wrong. Because he sit high on the Judgment throng.
Truth, there was a young Black man only eighteen years old. He had just graduate high school, and college was his next goal.
But, like a raisin in the sun his dreams dried up, when he was shot with a White policeman gun.
The autopsy reed he was shot six to eight times. One to the face, one to the head, he fell to the ground, he was pronounce dead.
Christ sit on the judgment throng he seen all that went on, he know who was right and he know who was wrong.
Lets stop the hate with love, God Bless.
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