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Come sit with us
Come speak words
that will comfort me
Come say that negativity
will not kill my son.
Confusion runs in my mind
as memories follow behind
to still haunt me.
The father must know
his own children
won't sacrifice
the one who will save you.
Please don't kill my son,
the revolution has just begun
What will become of us?
You have created nothing but fear.
We don't have someone to hold your tears.
The blood, the bruising
will take years
to heal itself.
My son did this for you
Asking for one thing in return
To believe him,
Please don't let them let the cross burn.
I am the mother,
He is the son,
Sit as we speak words
of living for eternity...
come closer...
lets have the sacred conversation.
Jessica Garcia
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