next 8/12/10 Autumn leaves,
the end of summer's cool breeze;
109degrees nights,
hottest season on record;
Zeitgeist is switching it's spirit;
Crime evident, proof tends to be irrelevant,
Cash pays the way;
From righteousness to carelessness the spirit of
One era is morphing;
We either band as one,
combine our strengths or
Fall susceptible to what ever is about to go down next!
Prepare for the perils because they are destine to come;
Stay prayed up
and don't succumb to the evils that are rapidly on the grow;
So when surrounded by demons
and there seems no where to run,
call on His name and your guardian angel will be sure to come!
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