Saved
I'm on the brink
not much more
canI take this
No longer am I able
to commiserate about mylife
I must do something
before an unfortunate circumstance
A cumbersome feeling ascends
I must be quick
before my time depletes
To my knees I drop
begin to pray from my core
problems begin to diminish
Light descends around me
I feel a celestial presence
and now know I am SAVED
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