Dimension gate


The wounds hit by the dimension gate 
Are deep in my stomach
I'm laying down motionless
Trying to perceive every single piece of my aching body
And grateful soul 
I'm alive
Thank God
I survived crossing the stargate
However I have suffered serious injuries
Due to the nuclear explosion during crossing through
But I'm here now
On the other side
I'm in my new life
On the path of full trust in God 
And total acknowledgement of myself 
I will fly like never before
Just like a phoenix 

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