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In the Middle of the Night In the dark, in the middle of the night I had a dream that to me seemed so clear I admit it gave me a terrible fright I couldn’t see, but felt evil was near. I felt cold chills run up and down my spine I didn't know what was blocking my path I thought for a moment I’d lost my mind I knew what stood there was filled with pure wrath. I was its prisoner; it was the judge I begged and pleaded, all to no avail I turned to run because it wouldn’t budge It was the Devil, He’d come straight from Hell. It hadn't been clear, what I could not see... I found Jesus there, He'd win the victory. |
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Note...all lines start with the letter 'I' on purpose.
A sonnet, 14 lines, 10 syllables per line, except the last, which has 11, and is acceptable.
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