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The Shelter In the Night

The blue sky with its bright light is moving over my head and the
wind is dancing in the poppy bed, the deers are scampering on the
shores and here you are holding up the process and looking for more.
I have said to myself that the bird sitting on the electric lines with
its bugle eyes stretching beyond the horizon and looking from side to side is expecting an unannounced visitor. The anxiousness in its eyes
paints a picture with a message for somebody and just as I
starts to think about it, it flew away with much delight.

The birds know it, the trees reveal it and the people have approved it.
From whence did you come with your conspiracy theory?
From whence did you come with your phony story?
You have been bragging and boasting for many years about the greatness of the god you share, you have mount yourself upon a pedestal with a broken promise for Adolph Hitler, while you watch the muse running in the bush looking for something to cook.

From whence did you came with your with your miserable tweets, spreading disinformation in the streets, disturbing the peace upon the land, and causing confusion and chaos in the hearts of man, you start tweeting from three o’clock in the morning and not a word of prayer to the God that you believe in.You have lying for more than a decade and holding the most powerful country in the world on a cordless string. In the beginning I thought it was a joke but some jokes have been going on for more than four years. It is not a joke anymore because it has surpass my tolerance threshold.

You continue to say that you have when you don’t have
Your cowboy games are going to bring you to shame. You
Have turned the Justice department into a doll house and
You have cause your lawyer to be scampering about and
dragging your defeat under his feet. He knows that he cannot
win the fight when millions of people have already paid a full sacrifice
It is full time to get up and go so that He can start a brand new show
You have drained the energy out of the excitement with your tirades,
drama and tweeting spree, the world is laughing at you running around the world without shoe. The influence you had has gone and cats and dogs are scampering about on your well pruned lawn. You talk tuff
look tough, behave rough but you don’t have any guts.

You could count the stars a million times you will get the same
number over and over. The ocean is very deep and the hill is very steep and you have nothing left to compete. The bright blue clouds are are moving at a high altitude in sky, so pack your bag and go through the door and stop asking for more.

The sky understands the pressure and pains, the sky knows that I am
not a part of the game, the sky knows that I have no shame. Many families are in tears for their love ones who have passed away to
a virus that has slowed the globe down and will not go away .Your compassion
is dead and your heart is heavy as a led, they have to take you to the morgue to view the dead for you to get the nonsense out of your head.

You must show some compassion for pain that family members are feeling. You want the economy to keep going when more than eleven million are infected and more than two hundred thousands are dead. How could you be elected for a second term? No my friend you have to take responsibility for the dead. I have thought about this hard and long and I have to comfort myself with a song. The end is near and you must start a brand new life and pay for the sacrifice.

The evening is winding down and I can see them gathering on the hill
With a a jubilant sound resonating from the ground. From the hills of Georgia and from the Mississippi valley the dry bones have taken on flesh and dreams have become alive and the jubilant crowd began sing and shout in the night. They march up and down the street celebrating their hard earned victory Martin Luther King Jr is smiling in his grave and, the birds are singing with praise. The shelter in the night is covering me so please don’t you worry,

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