Child of my beloved, O'child of Mine,
we are yet to meet.
I ask of you to take to my lessons I've left behind.

The world tries you to serve revenge on a cold dish
But how do so by our warm hearts flamed by Love and Mercy.
For I tell you to show mercy by your hands as did mine. Revenge should be in complete absence of such an action, only rather choosing to make peace.

For beloved child of I,
never show care for someone only after they die.
For Death preys on us all, but shouldn't aim to feast upon our love,
For caring for someone is harder when they're all but gone to the Heavens above.

Yet let not your heart starve for desires of this world.
For I tell you that they'll surely fail you in the future when Death calls your body to the Earth. And these things you desire won't always be yours to hold.

This world surely pulls strings, but never play it's puppets.
And Love is not to be played out, for frog legs and pork chops don't go together. So don't play by strings, nor play Love like Muppets.

The heart of Man sometimes plays differently to face,
For we are to our own faults the best liars to self. But never let the in's and out's of you move differently in pace.

Child of my beloved, O'child of Mine.
Be as you, take to these lessons to teach your young. Never leave my wise words behind.
Let your eyes seek to be locked upon wisdom, lest to afford you living this life blind.