To love, to heal,
Never again will he steal –
Her light,
So bright –
My God,
Her might!

A victory from Heaven,
Thoughts manifest –

My Angel,
Now mine to protect,
From a soul that will infect.

Safe from the grasp –
Of the Devil himself,
Until he embraces self-help..
He will tangle and drown in the kelp.

An angry Ocean –
A witch’s Potion –
Banished in mind, body, and soul
Your abuse, will no longer take its toll.

Her heart is pure,
Her mind will cure,
Broken pieces of her soul.
The gift of Love,
Will now make her whole.

*S. Slate 2016*


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