Colour, skin, who are you, where are you going, do you know your history son, don’t you know that you don’t belong there. If it was rich it was poor, if it was catholic it was protestant, if it was democrat it had to be republican, the labels we APPLY to practically everything, little wonder so many are losing their mind. Young Father loses it, can’t cope, the world is closing in and no one is listening, can’t imagine how his children will cope without him, decides there is only one way, ends it all, amen. Killer he wasn’t, amen, a tortured soul, he was, amen.
Solomon was wondering, those encouraging the demonic voices, adding to the evil, their deeds they carried out, the schemes they got themselves
into, had a lot of blood on their hands, amen.
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