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Created on: March 01, 2009
Not knowing where to turn, I run towards the light
The walls around me start to burn, the flames of hell begin to ignite
I can hear the demons coming, I can see the weapons in their hands
The Devil is just behind them, holding the head of a religious man
The light ahead begins to fade, all my hope slowly dies
The creatures seem to be gaining ground, then I hear my loved ones cries
They are calling for me, willing me to make it through
And the eyes of a loving strange, are watching over me too
When I think I will not make it, a voice speaks inside my head
"The Light is your salvation", was all that it had said
So I ran even faster, towards peace & serenity
I could hear the Devil laughing, the closer he got to me
I felt the claws of a demon, but never once looked back
Instead I just kept running, from the Devil and his pack
They were the most ferocious of creatures, they always got their prey
But this would be the one time, a prisoner would get away
The closer to the light I got, the farther the Devil seemed
He knew better than to cross the path, of the light of those redeemed
Almost there, not long now, until I would make it through
I was all alone and running towards a life that promise to be true
I stepped inside the light and saw all my family and friends
I was finally at home, at peace with myself, my suffering brought to an end
I dropped to my knees, folded my hands, and I began to pray
Thank you Jesus, Thank you God, for showing me the way
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