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Oh sweet boy, Angel of God on earth you have completed your task. To other world’s you now must fly to, we are keeping your feathers as you begin your ascension . Oh sweet child of God Such clear vision at your tender age, to serve and protect was your end game, but now we are left…with a confused and hazed apology to a shroud of teddy bears and lit candles. The spilled wax is a reminder, that deep inside we are all cowards and we forgot that you were the prey and needed protection. The burning wick is not for you – it’s to remind us of your light and that humans by nature are dangerously dark… I am sorry Junior, for we have failed you. I am sorry that it was fear that came to your rescue, I’m sorry your eyes witnessed the malice of creation, I’m sorry people recorded instead of calling the operator, I am sorry your cry for help did not connect… You know mijo…the line was ringing-but the world is deaf. !Oh, sweet child of God!, Some called you Junior in life, You were an angel with wings so wide that in these concrete streets, you could not fly. The Bathgate would be your access to heaven you’ve left us your wings in a city corner, so that we can remember to look up above and find surrender and forgiveness in clashing clouds. I don’t know what to say, your departure causes so much grief and pain, yet, you did not die in vain…I think you are still working with humanity from far away; You woke up a community that had been sleeping, you woke us up from the anesthesia, the numbness Is no longer acceptable, our youth need a BEACON. A new door we must create so that our youth’s future is not slain in the mumble jumble of irresponsible adults. Makes space for youth in the world, So that every Junior in our lives, can live without fear in their backyard. Oh sweet child of God, We are not there yet but with you..,we’ll RISE again. Thank you for every day you arose, for loving your mother so much, for inspiring a movement of love, for showing us courage and hope, your sweet little face will live in our hearts. Oh sweet child of God, your name we will not forget I think you set the stage, we must act and rise again. © LeydisProse 6/25/2018 https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse//
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
LeydisProse
!Oh, sweet child of God!,
Oh sweet boy, Angel of God on earth you have completed your task. To other world’s you now must fly to, we are keeping your feathers as you begin your ascension . Oh sweet child of God Such clear vision at your tender age, to serve and protect was your end game, but now we are left…with a confused and hazed apology to a shroud of teddy bears and lit candles. The spilled wax is a reminder, that deep inside we are all cowards and we forgot that you were the prey and needed protection. The burning wick is not for you – it’s to remind us of your light and that humans by nature are dangerously dark… I am sorry Junior, for we have failed you. I am sorry that it was fear that came to your rescue, I’m sorry your eyes witnessed the malice of creation, I’m sorry people recorded instead of calling the operator, I am sorry your cry for help did not connect… You know mijo…the line was ringing-but the world is deaf. !Oh, sweet child of God!, Some called you Junior in life, You were an angel with wings so wide that in these concrete streets, you could not fly. The Bathgate would be your access to heaven you’ve left us your wings in a city corner, so that we can remember to look up above and find surrender and forgiveness in clashing clouds. I don’t know what to say, your departure causes so much grief and pain, yet, you did not die in vain…I think you are still working with humanity from far away; You woke up a community that had been sleeping, you woke us up from the anesthesia, the numbness Is no longer acceptable, our youth need a BEACON. A new door we must create so that our youth’s future is not slain in the mumble jumble of irresponsible adults. Makes space for youth in the world, So that every Junior in our lives, can live without fear in their backyard. Oh sweet child of God, We are not there yet but with you..,we’ll RISE again. Thank you for every day you arose, for loving your mother so much, for inspiring a movement of love, for showing us courage and hope, your sweet little face will live in our hearts. Oh sweet child of God, your name we will not forget I think you set the stage, we must act and rise again. © LeydisProse 6/25/2018 https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse//
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