The Blood Of Jesus Comments

The sound of gunshots woke me up. It's not sweet aroma of the flowers I am sniffing but the chocking teargas. Rushing to the scene, it's another deadly story. Dark clouds have continued falling on mother Zambia, characterized with brutal murders; we call them `Ma Set` ‘bajuba ma set'

Eyes plucked out like they are plucking mangoes, Ears chopped like they potatoes on a chopping board,
Heart resect like it is ablacata blacata magic
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