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Stripe 7

He can remember losing his job
while his woman had just found out
she was pregnant

Leaving the job
 he immediately started looking for another

He had just completed a job caring for a senior citizen
who passed away
he had to move on

He searched for 2 days
nothing
but on the 3rd day
god provided a way

He was actually looking for a different profession
such as anything
within quality moral limitation

God lead him to a building called Round 2
it was like they were waiting for him

He worked there for 7 months
enjoyed much prosperity

One day He was called a racial slur
from one of his coworkers

and him being from the street
he reacted violently
and his job came to an end

But he was grateful and
humbled himself in prayer
for he will never forget
when he called on God Almighty
and he was there

He prayed
thy father who are in heaven
in Jesus name I am honored to be in your presence

Thank you for your blessing
you have now witnessed
stripe 7

Written By: St. Scalesaveli (Alien Artform)

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