The Final Revival

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I decided to give the KKK a fight. Especially since they killed Grandpa Jones. I had a little help for the battle.

I was going to attack them with the Black Liberation Army on my side. 

I followed some known members secretly for when they would be alone. I would then wait, break in, and slit them in the throat. I used a knife so that there wouldn't be a gunshot. 

I killed almost 30 KKK members until it happened. There was an army of KKK members. They were banded together on a hill, surrounding us. 

They all had guns.

I suddenly had a lump in my throat and knew I was going to die, but I wouldn't go down without a fight.

They came in slowly while we loaded. Then there was a bang. The battle has started. I crawled on the ground toward the side facing north. There had to be a 1,000 men, women, and teens. I took my gun and tried to shoot them down. I shot down row after row, until there was a whisk and blood started gushing. I was bleeding to death. I looked up and cried "I'm coming Grandpa!"

I hope you enjoyed this book. This wasn't based on facts but fiction. Please read my other books!!!

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