Today I Must Write A Paragraph Or

I Try To Write Something That Would Interest Anybody And Keep Them Turning The Page. You Must Have A Plot And Good Storyline.

I Wanted To Be A Writer. I Wanted To Say Something About Home.

How Do People Come Up With A Date And A Time To Take Life From Another Man? Who Made Them God?

He Told Us That Most Of Us Would Die Violently, And Those Who Did Not Would Be Brought Down To The Level Of Beasts.

Don't Tell Me To Believe. Don't Tell Me To Believe In The Same God Or Laws That Men Believe In Who Commit These Murders. Don't Tell Me To Believe That God Can Bless This Country And That Men Are Judged By Their Peers. Who Among His Peers Judged Him? Was I There? Was The Minister There? Was Harry Williams There? Was Farrell Jarreau? Was My Aunt? Was Vivian? No, His Peers Did Not Judge Him, And I Will Not Believe.