Jesus's Cross
Howdy all. Forever more.
I wake with a cross, from a gravestone.
Coughing, yelping, only a dream.
It seems so real.
I can't breath, ecstatic.
Professional window movement, I can't back down.
I breath fresh air, like an animal, I am a humanoid intelligentsia.
Breath heavily, healthy like boxer in his prime.
Jesus is so real, his black-golden cross in my body.
Avoiding blasphemy by the voices in my head.
However, I succeed, the voices continue. Like Jinn, from Islam.
God protect me.
Yelping like a dream
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