She poisones a golden child....

Golden children have thru history always been threathen by evil
beings and cruel humans...
That is a known tale..
And regarding my daughter aswell..
This January, in a dark winter evening,,she ate a tortilla from Vertilia.
That is why she got her name..Vertilia cause from the scripture she was a great maker of tortilla.
That is where she lay her poison for the golden child she gave the tincture
Making believe it was normal food indeed...

From the grave I write this letter...cause death came to us again...
my mother insisted to be her friend...and forced us again...so ate from her hand again...
This time the poison had the right notion..for her and for me...
Moder defended her for eternity...

He raised us up again from the death...
Maybe such things make a man insane...
Cause like frankenstein he came.
Who is to blame...
To go against nature...
And the use of technology...
A big thinker to be...

Consequence is a thruth...
what you do will return to you...
Everylife is a school...
We learn as we become a fool...

But Golden children are haunted in this dark world still...
By humans without good will...
Everything is observerd...by the eyes of the true bird
Vertilia..you will get away...
And live your life without stale...just gale and profale...
Without shame or blame...and no law to be dame...
In this societys cruel fame...
But there is another law..who will judge you...if you just saw...

For the poison you gave to us 2.
In the grave you dro.
Like a caring friend...among angels..who condem...
You think they did not know...
In the graveyard you think you mingled...but for them you for tringle...
Like a robber with a mask...like a clown with a spouse...
They just wanted to see...what you truly where capable to dee....
Even one of your sons...in disguise he is one...
And he hurts you sometimes...cause he hatreds you in toss,just by a look, he teaches you small hooks,
No..it is not the little one...he is yours truly cause...
It is one who silent sees...and dreams of other governies..
Not for this nor for that.
Only shame is to bat.
Maybe he sees you right thru...and know you are do.

You are surrounded by them....the law of heaven among men.
Something seldom ...you know...
But if you understood...that a life on earth is a drop in the sea for someone guided by a higher form of be.
What happened then...that you killed your friend.
It was a long time ago...
But your wish was soo high..
You wanted to know..you wanted to goo...you wanted to not suffer again...the way the holy woman had you then...
You said....it was not me...I did no mean to do thee...
You tossed a child on the floor...you said it was nothings your dore...
And now you want to go at it again...and poison a friend...

And you want heaven to give you a better start...in your next dart.
Well...I do not know..
I just wanted to say...
Life is a mystery...
We do not know who is whoom...
Cause angels send people to doom.

What happened yesterday has not yet come..
And what has not yet come has already been done...

We two...me and her...we came only to serve the one and only...
We where innocent for you poison...
He had not been here nor there...
We came directly from heaven...who cared.
Golden children like my little girl...You her life took...
from this dark world...
She was light she was fare...
she was to heal a world in flame and gere.
Not much...just who ever touched or saw here flame...and her innocent game..

Heaven does not want me to say more...only that you poisoned us even more.