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Stripe 3

The sun shines through the clouds
on a cold blustery afternoon

Fresh from the bus stop
a young man approaches
his apartment complex

Voices from the window carries over
he stops and listens closely
it sounds like his mother
screaming for help
I can only imagine how he felt

He takes off in a violent run to seek her
what could be wrong

Finally he makes it to the second level
always cautious in his manner
the door was left open

He looked to the left
he looked to the right
there he found his mother
covered in blood
with her hand on a knife

He seen that she was wounded
her ears were both missing
on the ground laid a man
and his body was still twitching

Suddenly the mother started yelling
she was bracing so hard
the vein in her forehead grew extremely large

Out of no where her lips started to quiver
and her arm shot off by itself
toward the nearest wall

Her son immediately began to pray
thank God Almighty
who gives us this day
in the name of Jesus

Can you help my mother please
She's a good woman at heart
and her soul needs to be set free

The spirit extended a lending hand
the heavens provided the key
keep your faith in the Lord God Almighty
You've now just witnessed
Stripe 3

Written By: St. Scalesaveli (Alien Artform)
 

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