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May 2016
"Marvel not, my child;
What I'm entrusted to reveal
To you's wild not mild;
It's more of a vision but real."

The unity of my trinity,
This I beheld in petrified awe;
My disembodied eternity,
My flaws that flouted God's laws...

Spirit that left my body alone,
My desperate soul that gasp'd for air,
My every wrongs I must atone...
Soon, God shall judge and it'll be fair .
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     Sequestered and Keith Wilson
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