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Sanctuary

Sanctuary the doorway to his world was in his pocketbook a broken man lied dying who believed the earth once shook so when i saw him crying as he reached toward the sky i reached back out toward him and simply asked him why he said every single dollar i ever made has now been spent i have nothing left to show for it i have not a single cent no one nowhere nothing your now my only friend i am on a sacred journey your beginning is my end i felt i always knew him as he passed into the night but the dying of his fire made me look toward the light that is where i saw the man pointing somewhere in the glare i held my new friend tightly as he joined him over there the last thing that i heard as i watched him fade to black was thank you; you have saved me your debt has been paid back i swear that's how this sinner who dug himself the deepest hole earned the wings to fly to heaven even though he sold his soul

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