Request For Mercy Remains Denied

  It is not me that speaks up for the children.. i speak to the children who will follow behin⁰d me .

I declare that God is preparing for tomorrow. So I only have this one moment to preserve my books of remembrance and honor my Heavenly Father that chose to save me. 


 God shielded me as I saw what I was shown.. 

Still  today children are being brutalized raped and murdered.  


 My only comfort is to remember being  taken from my  flesh and trust God to tomorrow. 


 ..even as i live i have scars of brutality i can not remember. At these  times I was taken into the arms of my Heavenly Father’s love. This image is now given to you to see.
By the will of God and by God’s will alone these books will be  unmovable and unchangeable.
If found worthy and true.. a confirmation of God and God’s love for his children.

We are all given the choice to be accountable for our actions.   As adults.  


It is written before, it is being written today and tomorrow it will be written and preserved  in a way no man will ever be able to comprehend. 


Be Aware  and Beware of  the children sold as slaves by government  rulers,  Pharoahs kings,  Queens, it was  foretold from   the beginning.  As it is told of today of what was to be . 

Every name is written , every son and daughter of every tribe is accounted for.   


To this day the  innocent blood of  Gods children  stains the earth as  mankind  marvels  by the mystery of the  written books of remembrance  perfectly preserved by  a long line of   the genealogical and  mysterious  scattered tribes.  Israel.   


How foolish mankind is to forget the warnings that moved God to   destroy  entire civilizations .   

These books were written by hands just like yours and mine. 

By those who were chosen in the days when A man lived  to be 8 or  900 years old. 


What have we known past 100 years ago?   What will the people 100 years from now   find written to   satisfy their own  curiosity similar to our own  missions to the next  major archeological discovery .   

Will  our childrens childrens children 

Be similarly perplexed by our primitive   technology and  inventions that seem to not fit . 


Will our graves be uncovered and  put on display ?  


Mass graves of broken bones that could be their very own ancestors.   Maybe even  The  Jewish people  from the holocaust.  Multi generational wrongs and rights.

facing the racism similar in all eras of humanity in  wealth , religion and  bringing violence  and the weak defeat the giants ready to die for a better life. 


In this day i am both witness and messenger .   A voice from beyond the graves of the children  who  demanded justice, only to die without mercy  , and continue to die  up to this very day.  


Let those who understand, understand. 


A request  for mercy that not one more child will die in the care of church and state  .








  



   

















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