Squadron Leader 945017

SQUADRON LEADER 945017 I was paralyzed with fear as I heard footsteps draw near Perspiration running down my cheek Fingers trembled, heartbeats so clear Panic stricken and feeling very weak Mentally fascinated at what I would see I visualized many strange events Exhausted now, wondering what this thing could be Is it my imagination that is bent? “I’m a Squadron Leader in the RAF 945017 the postmortem showed I died a natural death but there isn’t any room for me in heaven.” “It’s essential that I stay, please don’t turn me away Let us be acquaintances and friends I’ll guide you and protect you, no need to question why Then we’ll be together in the end.