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Forget
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I sit in my Lay-Z-Boy wondering
Wandering through the Universe’s mysteries.
Wondering through the night.
I turn to God and ask Him,
“What’s the answer?”
I expect no reply.
I get none.
Suddenly a feeling of amazment overtakes my fancy.
I look at my hand and think about the mysteries it holds.
A feeling overtakes me of dread.
Foreboding greater than the fish in the sea.
Danger more than the power of a star.
What if we knew the cure for cancer?
Might the antichrist have cancer?
I sit and wonder and wander.
I feel my way through my thoughts.
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I am lost in my own mind.
I am hopelessly changed.
I’ll never come back to what I was.
I feel as if I know nothing.
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For days I try to clear my head.
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I realize that I know everything.
I know the darkest depths of Hell.
I know the thoughts of my enemies.
I know the fears of my children.
I know everything I never wanted to know and more.
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I know God.
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I ask for the cure for this horrid plague.
I plead for forgivness.
He delivers.
I wake up in my bed, trying to remember my dream.
It had something to do with a boogey monster and the Devil.
Oh well.
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Some things were meant to be forgotten.
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April 18, 1998
--Cletus Poodunk
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