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He slept and awoke
he had never believed in Heaven
and yet Jesus was watching over him.
it was rather unusual
the light came long after the thunder
the memories of purgatory came as they always did
the reek of rotting garbage
the stench of death
human urine and feces
the cries of hopelessness
the howling wind and the soft sobs
of forgotten men.
the passage of time from solstice to solstice
His flesh and soul withered
pummeled to inches of his life
He slept and awoke
he had never believed in Heaven
and yet Jesus was watching over him
The passage of time from solstice to solstice..
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