Dear sistren, may thee rest in peace.
All thy sufferings are replaced with life.
I'll be at ease, to know you're together with our Father in paradise.
But am in despair to the only lamb whom have I yet known.
Where are you, O dear brethren.
Day and night I thought of you.
You wonder the earth, questioning your identity.
It aches me as you grow without the embrace of His love.
Thy genuine blood are in good health and in existence.
If you're in good hands, it comforts my heart.
Should your everyday are showered with unfailing love.
If, it is according to His will and plan, shall we meet someday.
Shall it not be on this dreary earth, may it be in paradise where we live eternally in everlasting life.
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