Children are our destiny
Our Guiding light
When we who cannot see
Must be guided
by the younger one’s who do
I am aging now
I see
I cannot be the ME
I want to be
But children take me there
To see them there
In childlike innocence
My heavenly children
be my soul’s despair
to see them ruined
This society must cherish
there fated sweetness
Must savour them
and worship them
as children are our saving Grace
The Grace Our Mother’s Joy
Oh save the children
with their winning smiles
and all the while
Send them back to Thee
Oh God save them
In this souless place
despair of them not
save their cherished smiles
and all the while
savour them as Thee
Send them hither
and thither
to Mark the swines foul
who would murk
their sainted hearts
Banish them that blacken hearts
and find no worthwhile fate
other than the scurge of hell
Lift them out of the fires of Hell
and make all the Others pay
for making them suffer so....
For in HELL
THE EVIL ONES MUST DWELL
AND MAY GOD BURN THEM BEYOND
ASHEN LUMPS OF CLAY
so pure
the clay
return them to the soil
from which they’d lay
And clean the murk
from them as they
lay colder than
the coldest night
Heaven help them
as they shall suffer
a thousand deaths
and as I lay there
watching them that burn
and them that play with children
and tear their poor souls apart
Let the blackard’s burn!!!!
And let the children play
Peaceful
Unpolluted
Pure and wise
with children’s eyes
Let not a soul touch their’s
Save for the purest heart
to love them and cherish them
And love them longer as a purer being
love’s the heart of another
Send them towards the Sun itself
and shine there for all to see
A heavenly sight
I see
Children of the world
