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Larry B Apr 2010
For several days her daughter would say
The angels said, "Don't be afraid"
Her mother simply dismissed it
Like it was a childhood game she played

But soon she started to worry
For the little girl kept telling this tale
She also said she talked to Jesus
And she described it in such detail

She told her mother that Jesus said
Tomorrow, He's taking her home
The little girl was only three years old
These things, she couldn't have known

Her mother was just a little concerned
For each day it was always the same
Was it just a little girl's imagination?
She was sure it was a childhood game

Well tomorrow came and all was fine
And her daughter never uttered a sound
So she fiiled up the pool, only eight inches deep
And that's where, her little girl drowned

Now, this story is true, every single word
For it happened to some friends of mine
This story took place many years ago
And their grief grew more distant in time

But I just couldn't imagine, the pain that they felt
As they remember what their daughter would say
The Angels would tell her, "Don't be afraid"
And that Jesus would take her away
felicity Dec 2018
I just woke up from a long dream
One  which I hardly know how to classify
It felt like a nightmare, yet it was appeasing
And I longed for it…

All the same, I just woke up!...

To find myself caught in a thorn bush
Thorns piercing into my skin,
Choking me to become one with them
Red thick blood gashing out
Everyone staring at me, shouting
Their eyes fiiled with sorrow and sadness
The voices in my head screaming
Asking me how we got here

I’m gasping for air
Can feel my heart beat so fast it’s about to burst
Veins in my body telling me to leave now
Every fibre of my body yelling out in anguish

I m scared to leave
I don’t know if I can leave
I dont know if I want to leave

These thorns embrace me so much the pain feels fulfilling
I crave for their touch
They are a part of me; I am a part of them
Together we are a sweet, bitter thorn bush.

If I leave I will be left with scars to haunt me  
If I stay I will die and be one with the thorns
And pierce those who will stand by my grave to weep

Help me... save me
Somebody, anybody
But this I know ....
I am my own saviour
No one can pull me out

I am tangled by death
Yet it’s the best feeling I have ever had

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