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Stormy Morning

An early morning storm that awakens the
dead,
Drug dealers and prostitutes run for a
shed.
GOD is not happy as the thunderous chariots roll across
the heavens,
Sending a message to clean up the sinful ways at a lucky
seven.
The lighting was ferioucious as it lit up the
sky,
His tears are shedded as it pour from his
eyes.
The storm has passed as the dead has
awaken,
A quiet is felt and the calm is
taken.

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