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Prophetic Dream?



Prophetic Dream?

 

I'm but a Child!  What do I here?

Why this loneliness?  Why this fear?

 

The darkness, an opressive thing

wraps 'round me; It invades my being.

 

The rain; my fear are one, it seems,

"God help me!  Take me from this dream!"

 

THE TOLL!  THE TOLL!  A church bell chime,

but only woe it chimes this time.

 

The sound, so spoken or so I hear,

REPENT! REPENT! THE TIME IS NEAR!

 

Jutice comes; his name is dread.

GOD PLEASE RETURN ME TO MY BED!

 

I fear the something I cannot name.

It plays with me its awful game

 
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