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Lightening strikes all around me
sending jagged streams of orange white and red, colors that I see to wound my spirit and bruise my soul for all eternity. I care not what harm it does, for my body is no more. It left some time ago, when I didn't answer, a knock upon my door. I never heeded His warning to accept or deny. His Son died on that cross, I did not care, or want to know why. I never accepted Him while I was alive. My soul is with Satan, my body has died. It is done.
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