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When the devourer enters your gate And the angel of death comes through your door Whilst you sleep it snatches your child away What is left is just a husk A reminder of the joy and laughter that filled your home Now just a whisper, a vapor of mist The sting of death The stench of shame that consumes you As a parent you should keep your child alive Healthy, Safe, Protected and loved Friends alienate you.... You're a bad parent You killed your baby You failed as a mother, father The idiot pastor says, you didn't have enough faith! Your closest allies say it wasn't this or that But keep away from me and my children incase they die too Who's to blame for the cold stiff body that you've been holding now for hours Begging God to breathe life back into your child His lips have turned purple now The coroner is here to remove "the body" Days go by in a blur of tears and aching The devourer hasn't left yet You have to identify "the body" Everyone is too afraid to say his name (Malakai, Malakai, Malakai) Your rent hasn't been paid You've used it to keep your child's body out of the stifled, crowded state mortuary Everything that could have gone wrong has turned to shit God's not saying anything I'm hearing his cries and smelling his clothes He's appearing to me in broad daylight The shame slowly starts to fade The devourer has departed  New blossoms of hope peak through the soil
It takes trauma to separate the chaff from the wheat The goats from the lambs You learn to face reality of the shipwreck of your plans and dreams, tomorrow You wake up everyday with the choking memory of that brutal day He appeared once more but this time as a man, he looked well and wise Under the influence of angels Trust the process Keep love in your heart Reject illusion and sorcery Reject the shame Healing takes place in isolation Unexpected rays of light will appear Expected comforts will disappoint Pursue the mystery of the one who conquered that last enemy Therein lies the hope of your reuniting You are awake and unveiled Blessed are the broken, the burnt, the pure You will smile again You will feel a new love and joy You haven't betrayed your child with your happiness But you've paid the full price for it No discount, no special deal It's cost you dearly but now it's true Now go, set the captives free By Matthew Le Grange .
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to the wonderful Barrie Dorling for wearing Molly on Pigeon Island St Lucia.  FLYING THE FLAG
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