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“I release you”



It is too late to be remorseful

You probably sincerely regret it

You might be biting your lips

And wondering what kind of mess you got yourself in

You think you can make amends by killing yourself to make it even

Or you may want to apologize

- God forbid you may want to offer a sacrifice, pay, whatever, offer up your own child as slave or as a lamb

We all know that would not bring her back

You should have thought of that in the first place

But no you were too caught up in your emotions and wants

With your pent up anger you ordered the commission

You paid the price, you paid the assassins

And you went on paying, trying to cover up your tracks

And save your head, spare your life

- which is priceless to you

Your motives were impure, you didn’t consider

Her children- oh some other kind, or not, woman would care for them

Her siblings- hmm how often do you see them around her, they’ll be fine

Her parents- well they have enjoyed her enough, they have other kids

Her husband- ah a young man he’s marry again and forget her shortly

What nonsense

What warped reasoning

What wickedness

What tainted wisdom and logic

What shame

Who can God say to, “This is my own beloved child, in whom I am well pleased.”

But in the midst of all these:

I release you

From my heart, my mind, vengeance, punishment, condemnation, hatred and yes death. I release you, you are free, you are free from me. i release you to God.

But to you my sister-

I miss you

-         1st May 2012

-         8.43pm

-         Tina Tobo Clark

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  1. Sam Akpologun1 November 2012 at 17:07

    No comments...but tears; once again...tears...but no more. NO COMMENTS

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