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Oct 2014
two times, for sure
Dark and heavy,
unable to move
Wicked being beyond wicked
Shared with a fellow Soldier
While sleeping between guard duty
(in an ancient cell for prisoners)

The second time
unable to breathe
hands across mouth and nose

No time to pray The Our Father
only desperate
Lord  Jesus Christ
Lord Jesus Christ
Lord Jesus Christ

Waking up
and being told, I prayed
out loud,in my sleep

Lord Jesus Christ x 3
Written by
nivek
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