Sweat ran down my forehead as I ran and looked back I saw them still chasing me but I ran still they were the unwanted that were after me, a man that was homeless,a obsolete leader of another country several people who had nothing but hate in them ,these were people I swore I never be , But now they were after me the ones that were my worse fears and ahead my only salvation, then the light of Jesus Christ,my savior . I headed for it but the homeless stop me first he grabbed me saying it was to late suddenly I felt a hand touching me it was the hand of Satan himself he told me he would free me of all my fears if to I start believing in him, I did. But months passed and I was homeless the bank then  took my house I moved to another country a small one I became leader and then I fell then too from my throne and hated everything I started to believe in God again,he lifted me up, I took hold and never stop or look back. My faith was restored . end.