A Father's promise to a son's corpse.

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Leave them

Let their curses rain

And let them burn like

Sodom and Gomorrah fell.

 

 

Let my blessings tranquilize you with their

Smooth beauty

And pull you into their everlasting

Spectre of golden beams.

 Blinding you in their intense translucent light

And burning away various curses lay on you by your “friends”

 

 

Let my words be the pillar of fire to

Guide your path in the night

And the cloud of dust to instruct

you by the day.

 

Let my voice be like a father’s correction

And let it free you from your restrained bound positions of the chains of hell.

 

PLEASE LET ME SET YOU FREE.

                       

-          Josh. O Wesey