It was dark times for me, I had almost every type of cancer. I spent almost all my days in a hospital in a bed moaning in pain because shit hurt. One day I was going to meet my fate, the doctor told me I wasn't going to make it another day. I lay there on my bed waiting to die. Then my door opened, a shining light swallowed the the darkness of my room and I saw a large figure in the godly light. It was Gaben. I only read of him in the Bible, I never believed he was real. He walked over to my bed and he lay his soft baby like hands on my forehead and I felt his magical magic flowing through my body, cleansing my body of the cancer, Gaben, I said. Rest my son, he said in his angelic voice. He handed me the golden gamer towel and gently rested the soft cool cloth on my neck, goodbye my son. No father Gaben! I must leave sry m8 600dby3 my son. And that was the last I ever saw of him, I will never forget Gaben.
