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Atheist
by
Solomon Machardson
The wind
gushed fiercely,
The clouds rumbled and thundered;
The lightening blinded
And the heavy rain pattered.
He felt like a wounded buffalo
Tangled in a tight net!
The immortal fear filled him
With horror perpetually new!
It spread its wings in him,
Shivers seized hold of his body,
Chill flooded inside him,
It seemed as if his heart would break
Overwhelmed with fear
He forgot his atheism
And closed his eyes and prayed!
He called God, "My Lord."
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