Michael
My friend walked into the house and said Michael Jackson is dead, I looked in disbelief while I shook my head. Michael Jackson, The Michael Jackson is dead? I decided to google to confirm the news instead. He was right, my heart dropped, while Michael's soul reached the sky. So much drama, so much pain. He was a prisoner of his own fame. I remember when he moonwalked on stage, rocking his white shiny glove, As traffic jams occur in la, and people flock to the streets in honor of your memory, I pray Michael that you know that you were truly loved. There will only be one of you. Despite the controversy over your death that the media is stirring up, You are, and will always be the greatest they know it's true. You paved the way for so many artisits today, no one can pay that price you paid. While the world grieves, and shout Michael in total shock and bliss. You will truly be missed. I thank God that you are free, finally free just to be. Your fans remain, I pray that your are resting in God's domain. Be free Mike, Be free...........
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