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Dark_Matter
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This is a poem based on a vision I seen of Jesus when I was praying,
In The Room[/B]
by me
Darkness, an ocean of black oil;
Where within I float, dissolve in pieces, I, alone.
There is a sickness within my soul;
and a hunger for eternity.
In the room that is as bright as the sun;
sits the one true King of Kings, the only one.
Clothed in white robes, with the unforgettable smile;
he's been waiting for me, for the longest while.
I peer into the rectangular door way;
this tear drop of hope, this taste of Heaven,
in the room, upon a white marble bench, where he is sitting,
waiting for me, calling me to come in.
Into the room,
he waits for me,
and I am drawn in by his love.
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