Driving on Krome Ave was always an eerie experience, my mom used to warn me about Krome. Back in highscrewl, I'd always hear weird stories. I think it's the line that Miami-Dade can't build past to preserve the Everglades. It felt wild west back then. Two land road, no light, no signs of life, just bullet hole signs. One night, I saw an empty SUV engulfed in flames with no one around. When I got home, I told her the story and she nervously laughed and said I told you.
It's now modernized, even has street lights and traffic.
So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
