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Mar 2013
Trapped in the basement i gat no where to go,
I turn to the left,
turn to the right,and there wasn't even an open door,
no one was there to help me,
but i was all alone,
trying to find a way out,
even calling on my phone,
there wasnt even one signal,
that could of be my only hope,
but sorry i decides that i want to let go,
i then gived up and prayed to GOD,
asking him to protect me and to help me find a way out,
but there was a light,
where he came down from heaven,
he gaved me a sword,
inscribe upon it was eleven,
the mighty number,the number of god,
Jesus is the king,and God is our lord
Written by
Renee Melbourne
  750
   Pure LOVE and elizabeth
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