The Fires
The fires that starts in the mountain slopes is a darkness of heat that floats your boat. The USA has seen many of these and the dramatic burns that fry’s the trees. The smoky air pollutes the sky as the fire fighters fight with their precious lives. It’s a dark Day here in America that eats our flesh with a mouth full of the corona thats so easy to catch. This world has seen enough of pain with vicious fires that stops our gain. The only one who can save us now is Jesus Christ as he calls us by name with a mighty sound. God Bless and keep on fighting!
Copyright © Daniel Sweatt | Year Posted 2020
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