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Son of a Gun

Do not blame the bearer of the bad news – A gun doesn’t kill by itself or a knife, Nor a video game or hostile views; An evil act is but wrought by a mind’s strife. You may foster a sapling or stunt its growth and see it’ll be a vine or an oak tree; like the mind of a child as he grows forth – Will he be vile or live a life stress-free? There are spiritual laws that govern with the same certainty as the physical laws, Faith, trust in God, and Love are not ancient myth But values that shape the character sans flaws. Like putty, wax, dough, or a lump of clay Mold the child right lest another soul he slay. ~Contest: Guns ~Anthony Biaanco

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Date: 5/5/2021 5:15:00 PM
You hit the ball out of the park with this one Abdul. Truer words were never spoken! Good luck!
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