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A Message to Joey🐞
Hello my son in Heaven sent,
I know you’re watching over me.
It wasn’t long ago you were
Your mother’s little boy-to-be.
I hope, my son betwixt the stars,
There’s lots to learn & be and do
To be the very best you are.
It’s this I wish to ask of you.
You hear my tears do you my son,
How this poor heart of mine is lost.
An angel came to take you home,
To be with God at any cost.
But this is where I see so clear;
Within a void there lives a world
That hides till innocence is near,
It lures in with tight fingers curl’d.
Enticed with promises, the young,
The treats of candy & sweet words.
A veil of death from honeyed tongue
A stolen child has never heard.
Now will it be, come close my son,
We haven’t any time to lose.
I’ll tell you of the horn’ed ones,
Fake angels, terror on the loose.
Put Heaven sent on high alert,
And all the little ones like you;
A driving force nothing can hurt!
Your Father will know what to do.
A holy army, rank and file,
To stealthy go amidst the beast.
And whisper every evil vile:
On shrivel’d testies will we feast!
To watch as cage doors fly away,
As children groom’d for sex spill out
Into the arms of angels’ flight,
Till every bless’ed one is home!
I know you’re watching over me.
It wasn’t long ago you were
Your mother’s little boy-to-be.
I hope, my son betwixt the stars,
There’s lots to learn & be and do
To be the very best you are.
It’s this I wish to ask of you.
You hear my tears do you my son,
How this poor heart of mine is lost.
An angel came to take you home,
To be with God at any cost.
But this is where I see so clear;
Within a void there lives a world
That hides till innocence is near,
It lures in with tight fingers curl’d.
Enticed with promises, the young,
The treats of candy & sweet words.
A veil of death from honeyed tongue
A stolen child has never heard.
Now will it be, come close my son,
We haven’t any time to lose.
I’ll tell you of the horn’ed ones,
Fake angels, terror on the loose.
Put Heaven sent on high alert,
And all the little ones like you;
A driving force nothing can hurt!
Your Father will know what to do.
A holy army, rank and file,
To stealthy go amidst the beast.
And whisper every evil vile:
On shrivel’d testies will we feast!
To watch as cage doors fly away,
As children groom’d for sex spill out
Into the arms of angels’ flight,
Till every bless’ed one is home!
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