Flee

I see you, the child, neglected and ignored. Crying out in tantrum now, your wish to be adored.

And I did...

But, the child now, in darkness speaks ‘I hope you die’, to the one who loved him. Loves him.

The Lord gave dream and spoke to me: death, flee, reborn. I did flee. Following His leading, I did flee. From you. Now I see.