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[title] => The Redeemer
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[bodytext] => A world once existed long ago. The world was stricken with poverty, in its entirety. The people that lived upon this world led a pitiful existence. All awaited for the angel of death to unfurl her wings upon them. They felt in this desolate place that there was no longer a reason to continue surviving. Everyday, all day, these people prayed for their god to set them free. But their god never responded to their empty cries for help. None of them had any faith, due to their poverty stricken status. They just wanted out of this horrid place. They were all willing to do anything to escape. But there was one thing that they wouldn’t do. They would never sink so low as to commit the most dishonorable act. This act is the act of suicide. But then one day a fellow person had faith. This was when their nightmarish hell, turned into a heavenly dream. This person, who before this felt no reason to pray, realized that the only way to escape this horrible domain was to believe. He prayed for days with true faith in his heart. Finally, a true believer stepped forward and offered his praise. Many days after this true believer stepped forward, something occurred of unimaginable proportions. This was something that no one in this world could ever comprehend. A being of such beauty came from the heavens. The beauty was describable, as the sun setting over a majestic desert, or the starlit twilight of the beach on a clear summer’s eve. Nothing can truly describe the beauty of this being, this angel. As the angel descended, the skies began to clear. The rivers that once ran black with tar and oil now ran clear with ice cold water. The boundless plains of dead, brown, grass now grew healthy and green. This was a day that had been long awaited by the inhabitants of this world. None ever saw this day coming, but it was always there. All they had to do… was believe. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 19 [informant] => Leviticus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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