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It wasn't a dream, there really was someone at the door.

When i opened my eyes, mum was on her knees,trying to clutch her bible,except her hands were so shaky she kept dropping it.

'Blood of Jesus' she kept repeating.

'open this door madam' would come the voice from outside the door.

'blood of jesus' mum would reply loudly.

I remembered thinking that anybody could be jesus,that unless we specifically asked help from our own jesus,we could as well be talking to any other Jew that goes by that name.

So i started to plead 'the blood of Jesus christ,the son of God,who died on the cross...'

it was while searching for more words to specify our own Jesus,that the door was broken down,and suddenly our house was swarming full of masked hoodlums

Lol