Prophecy

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(There is an updated and expanded form of this poem posted.)

JUSTICE, I call for Justice.

Yes! I boldly call upon My God
in Whose hand is a lashing rod
for the backs of those who children
rape, and their souls would try to take;
I ask Him to strike you
with impotence and with vomiting too.

Grown up? Now really are you?
One who cannot help the things you do?
Oh no, don’t lay that lie on me
I am a real grown up you see
and I know that all who care to
can resist the bad things they do.
The problem is that you love you.

If your soul is so weak and pale
and you need some strength or fail,
then you call upon God, ask
forgiveness for your sin
and ask for a reprieve from Him.
But if you won’t, then my plea stands.
Enough! Enough of taking sick
self-advantage of a helpless child.

For those who traffic these children
so sweet, for your own gain, I pray that
savage bondage upon you shall reign.
May your money turn to worthless dust
and you lose your way in the streets,
may you have to beg from God
a crumb of bread to eat.

There is forgiveness and salvation for all,
no matter what their sin,
but they must come to God and fall
down on their knees before Him,
confessing the sin and repenting
and to God’s rules consenting,
then bless the little ones whom
Jesus loves,
and it best be done soon.

Ramona 03/01/2011

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