A soul floating on prayer, intertwined with a love of
God, becalms unreasonable tidings of misguided, judge-
mental people.
Riding on coattails of flimsy reasoning, there are
those who insist on making arcane rules and ridiculous
ordinances, causing stress and a development of anger
rising normally from it.
Whomever is behind these unconstitutional forfeits
needs to be dealt with.
The U.S.A. is a land of freedom not to be fenced in by selfish, self-seeking individuals with agendas in hand.
As they hold out their hands for money to fill them,
they're all based on erroneous designs of a few.
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