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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.
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
Day of Peace