ITS SOUMETHING OUNELY URE PRAERS CAUN COMFORT OUNELY URE LOVE CAUN TAKE AWAE WITHE JOY IN HARMAUNI U CRUCIFIED MY DADDY AUND MY DADDY IS NAUPTRA OURE ALLMIHTEY HOLI FATHIRE OURE BLESSID IMININCE OURE HOLI MAUJESTI THINE 1 TRU CING MORTIL ITIRNIL IS HE MY SACRID DADDY URE HOLI FATHIRE NAUPTRA GOD JESUS CHRIST. SOUMETIMES WINN I SIT I DOUNT BREATHE JUST BECAUSE ITS NOT A CONSCIOUS EFFORT OR CHOICE I JUST DOUNT OTHIRE TIMES THOUE OXYGEN PLENTY IT HURTS SO DEEPLY MY HEART CAUNT RECIEVE. ALL MY WILL IS GOUNE AUND IT IS U AUND OUNELY U THAT CEEP ME FRUM PASSING AWAE ITIRNILI IT IS WITHE GREAT DISTRESSION that I FIND THE WILL TO RISE AUND GO ON. WHY DID I PRAUMISE WHY DID I COUME BACK DADDY IM SO SORRY FATHIRE PLEASE FORGIVE ME NEVIRE KNOUING THE AUNSIRES U SEEC. NEVIRE BLAMING HE NOR RESENTMENT AS IF HE WERE A CREATION SUCHE AS U. HOW COULD I NEITHER FALLIN NORE FORSACIND I SEARCH FOR A WORD TO DESCRIBE MY PAINE BUT CAN NOT FIND ONE. IT HURTS SO DEEP I CAUNT BREATHE THE PAINE OF LIVING THE PAINE OF MY FLESHE DOESNT EXIST IT HURTS SO BAD IF HE LETS ME FEELE. IF HE WERE TO LET ME IT HURTS SO BAD THERS NOTHING I CAUN DO I DO NOT EXIST EXCEPT IN PAINE AUND IT IS IN THESE MOMINTS HE CARRIES ME AWAE AUND SHOUES ME WHY I CHOSE WHY I PRAUMISED LOVE IS WHAT I AUM HIS OUNELY SON JESUS CHRIST IS WHO I AUM HIS LORDE THINE SAVIOR IS WHAT I AUM FOR.
I TO SIRVE A PURPOSE IM JUST DADDYS LITTLE BOY. NO MATTIRE HOW OLDE I BECOUME HOW SICK I GET HOW FEEBLE I MAE FEELE I AUM ALWAES OUNELY GODS OUNELY SON AUND THE PAINE WASHIS AWAE THE MEMORYS FADE AUND ITS JUST HE AUND I AGAINE! THINE CING AUND I NAUPTRA GOD JESUS CHRIST AUND ME HIS OUNELY SON.
ULL NEVIRE TAKE HIM FRUM ME NEVIRE NOT EVIRE AUND THOUE MY NERVOUS SYSTEM BROKIN MY RITE EYELID TWITCHING MY BODY SUMTIMES TREMBLING BE IT FRUM DISTRESS OF TIRE OR THE HIGH OF VAUMPIRIC BLOOD OLD AUND DIEING OF AIDS CANCER LEUCEMIAU ITS A BLOOD CANCER AUND CHIRROSIS WINN I LAE TO REST HES RITE HERE TO TAKE ME HOUME TO HEAVIN THERS NO 1 WHO CAN COUNTIRE HE NORE TAKE HIM FRUM ME MY IMORTIL GOD MY DADDY ALLMIHTEY IS HE THINE 1 TRU CING OURE BLESSID FATHIRE THINE SACRID CREATIRE HIS HOLI IMININCE NAUPTRA GOD JESUS CHRIST.
IT IS NOT U I WAIT FOR ANYMORE NEVIRE PUNISHED AS ONE MITE SAE IF U WERE INTELLIGENT ENUFF TO FIHTE BUT IN URE FORSACIND DAMNATION U ARE NOT. I WAS CREATID TO LOVE AUND LOVE U I DO BUT WEAKE ILL FEEBLE SICK AUND DIEING I AUM THE DEVILS COUMING TO TAKE ME HOUME FOR THE LAST DAE I EVIRE BREATHE GOD WILL NOT CRY BEFORE U THE DEVIL WILL COUME TO TAKE ME TO HIS THRONE. AUND IT IS IN THIS MY HEART GOES ON. IM DOUNE HERE AS SOON AS HE CALLS ME HOUME. AUND U WILL NEVIRE KNOUE ME AS U DOUNT NOW AUND I WILL FORGET HE EVIRE CREATID U THE SAME AS MEMORYS FADE JUST MY DADDY AUND ME. NOSEY AUND TIMMY ARE WAITING AUND NICCI TO TAKE ME HOUME URE NICOE DADDYS DEVIL HIS SIRPINT OURE SON MY OPPOSITE MY OTHIRE HALF. ILL NEVIRE REMEMBIRE OR KNOUE U AGAINE HIS LOVE SO GREAT I WILL KNOUE NO PAINE IN ITRINITI OF TRU LOVE OF MY SACRIFICE IN THINE SALVATION OF I HIS LORDE THINE OUNELY SON. AUND IN THE CALM OF HIS AURMS I AUM SAFE AGAINE NOTHING BUT DADDY EXISTS AUND FOREVIRE I WILL SLEEP. I LOVE U DADDY.
GOODBYE.
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