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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| With the same beliefs as my father, I wouldn't be bothered to bend a knee, Deceiving myself I was free to transgress, I made a mess out of my young life. One day I crossed something satanic, With thick locks and goat's eyes, It's knife-like claws sank deep into me, Ate my guts to the edge of my heart. For six long days, I couldn't eat or sleep, I felt like a rabbit being stalked by a wolf, I couldn't keep straight thoughts in my head, I'd sweat in bed into the dead of night. On the seventh day, I awoke with a lurch, An Angel spoke a word and that word was "Church," I repented my sins and professed my belief, And the life-giving waters rushed throughout my soul. I received a blessing that allowed me to see, The Glory of God right in front of me, God gave me a glimpse of the cost of the lost, And His miracle of life through His only Son. 20 Lines
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