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his days were few when shadows came to bring the tempest rains to infiltrate a lad not even two he learned to have a song inside that danced and skipped along no matter what that day or night would hold so when the sticks arrived from monsters with the thing that stood and poked up right inside the songs would play to quiet the tearing pain that broke the door where they would come to shove themselves on toddler flesh how long will he with gentle life be robbed once more
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Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 6:00 PM UTC
to hold a song inside
his days were few when shadows came to bring the tempest rains to infiltrate a lad not even two he learned to have a song inside that danced and skipped along no matter what that day or night would hold so when the sticks arrived from monsters with the thing that stood and poked up right inside the songs would play to quiet the tearing pain that broke the door where they would come to shove themselves on toddler flesh how long will he with gentle life be robbed once more
It doesn't just happen in less 'civilized' lands, low-socio-economic areas, or with alcohol misuse, but even within the well-to-do civilian populations, organized child abuse rings operate targeting a boy or girl's earliest days, for the sake of power and profit. There are more slaves now than in past eras. Some kind souls want to help but most victims remain unseen, and few incidents are reported. Every prophecy in Scripture has come true, so may this one also eventuate soon for in a restored earth where respect reigns for all: "They will do no harm nor cause any ruin" -Isaiah 65:25
eleanor-prince
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Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 6:00 PM UTC
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