Thursday, September 5, 2019

Meditation on the Day They Made Us Die

We do not hate anybody. We do not hate anybody at all. I do not know why they made us die on that horrible day so long ago. We are about to come up to the remembrance of that horrible day in September when we became the permanently dead. We will always been dead since then. I do not bring up these things because of any racism. I mourn the dead. The 11th murdered us. We can never raise from the dead ever.

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