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Day of Peace

International Day of Peace
September 21, 2020


Friction steams below surface,
death fuels within furnance.
The stench permeates through vents
as rotten flesh uncaps tent.

Life awaits upon your tongue;
Sprinkle drops of peace from lung.
The Spirit's sweet aroma
calms fury through Jehovah.

Walk away from battlegrounds;
Your solution has been found.
September 21st sounds
great to practice year-around.


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Day of Peace

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