Written by Christina Sunrise on January 2,2020
Don't call me black, don't call me white.
I am reborn in the spirit yes, my seal is out of site.
Yes my seal is on my spirit only God, the highly anointed
holy and fallen angels can see-They all know I am free-
free to go to heaven when the trumpet does sound…
A big holy angel told me in a vision so clear but not loud.
I'm going to heaven but I have work to do…
I want to make sure you go there and know the absolute Truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem