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Darkest Evening
This frail feeling of worldly fate
Drowning and fast fading, mortal and degrading
This voice, his lips on my ear; whispering,
Hurtful hate; feeding on fear
These choices, crucial, turning life into a surreal blur of chaos
Dreadful moments just waiting to occur
The darkness pounces on my soul wrapping and clawing its way to my mind,
There is something very valuable to find
For a most Holy Spirit is guarding my hallowed heart
And the daunting demons have yet to part
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Dixie Turner
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