Come Son, - Poem by maxpoet beauty
Come son and hold the world like a Mirror,
I can see Prophecy,
That you are the Son,
Hold on Dear Son,
Tell me that my attitude is a Redemption,
The song that is ever Revealing,
Who can hold my son Down?
I watched you grow in all sadness,
Now that joy is ever making this soul,
Hold on son,
Get off that attitude and see how I fought to save you,
Kill the Burdens,
Son remember the time's and the sign's,
That we are on a mission for the greatest Salvation,
These people never changed anything,
But to start this,
This is the World all in a Mirror,
Who can hold my son down?
This is Worshipping all in Truth,
That the Past is all for that great Deliverance,
Kill that attitude and see that you are making it,
See that we are on the legacy of making that great regime.
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