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by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

cold and melting

dripping sweat

sodden clothes and skin

change

the mood

and shirt

wipe face

let the night begin

is it real

that gaping mouth

with its dripping fangs

breath hot, stinks of rotten meat

bringing old fear's pangs

acid drops fly in the air

spittle of the beast

I took pills a bit ago

visions have not ceased

am I on an empty plain

but for this huge thing

or a precipice with wind

also howling

little difference does it make

nightmare

vision

what

You allowed it to come in

You'll make its mouth shut

or its body go away

or me fly beyond

any nightmare, or real threat

for my sins are gone

and no beast can hurt my soul

in Your bleeding hands

I will be completely safe

as Your cross commands

I am soaring tight and safe

evil falls away

though I do not feel that now

I'm no longer prey

You have opened lethal traps

sprung Your people out

I leap ever to Your breast

passion ends all doubt

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