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Jul 2019
At the time I laid my hands on the soil,
The sky had darken,
For God had turned away from me,
I thought my enemy was smitted,

But no the veil still remained,
I never refrain,
I always cry out,
But don’t worry the 9th hour will always free me...
Sacred space dark time ending
Written by
Left for dead  19/F/England
(19/F/England)   
110
     --- and Monika Layke
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