Trump's sounds
It was a cold windy night as the wind blows sounds of laughter echoeded whispering the laughter of little angels playing on the swings. Looking out of the window seeing the heavens open up with wonder.
The angels are blowing on the trumpet for our souls to be judged..
Where will you be standing when you are inspected
Is your works on Earth in accordance with the wishes of our lord.
A mother's children are playing in the park as a bullet killes her child from a gun sold to the gangster by a police officer. The teenager stabbes his father for not giving him money for drugs. By a system that doesn't allow a parent to discipline their children
The angels will be blowing the trumpet for your souls to be judged..
Where will you be standing when you are inspected
Is your works on Earth in accordance with the wishes of our lord.
As the system is falling the poor and innocent the politicians are getting increases. With only a few to fight for the innocent , where is the justice that should be delivered. Only for the rich and connected who doesn't believe that they will be judged when our master allows the calling for they works.
The angels will be blowing the trumpet for your souls to be judged..
Where will you be standing when you are inspected
Is your works on Earth in accordance with the wishes of our lord.
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