he puts the gun to my head,
the fear sets in;
“do not be afraid, just believe,”
the voice from behind
quietly whispers;
“look into my eyes,” he says,
“it will make it easier;”
as I do the fear passes,
he pulls the trigger,
the light slowly fades,
the darkness grows;
falling;
“I
love God,”
“I love Jesus;”
nothing.
.
.
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