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Dear Fátima,
today is a Sunday, August 13, 2017.
your Day is here finally; finally in memory of the month of my late dear father’s passing,
a passing Sunday in August,
without hearing children being raped violently on this special Sunday,
in my neighborhood that was once serene, old and wise with fireflies,
that lit a straight old road with Roman stones, and sometimes water running over them,
from ancient holy times.

Ancient holy times that now have passed,
but the birds never lie in passing by with their singing,
for the glory of Fátima’s provider,
Oh God Almighty,
that mimics the pain of children’s suffering from having forceful sex with vile old man.

Old vile man that fear Fátima’s Day,
for they are naked before her like children,
with their snakes biting their testicles as if they were apples.

Apples of the Lord,
growing in my late dear father’s trees that act as a shield on both sides of my house,
my house of the apples that are glorious and good fruits,
that grows and God Willing matures,
beside the 13th Sunday of Fátima’s Day,
a day of warning that children belong wholeheartedly only to Fátima + God’s love.

Description
Dear Fátima,
today is a Sunday, August 13, 2017.
your Day is here finally; finally in memory of the month of my late dear father’s passing,
a passing Sunday in August,
without hearing children being raped violently on this special Sunday,
in my neighborhood that was once serene, old and wise with fireflies,
that lit a straight old road with Roman stones, and sometimes water running over them,
from ancient holy times.

Ancient holy times that now have passed,
but the birds never lie in passing by with their singing,
for the glory of Fátima’s provider,
Oh God Almighty,
that mimics the pain of children’s suffering from having forceful sex with vile old man.

Old vile man that fear Fátima’s Day,
for they are naked before her like children,
with their snakes biting their testicles as if they were apples.

Apples of the Lord,
growing in my late dear father’s trees that act as a shield on both sides of my house,
my house of the apples that are glorious and good fruits,
that grows and God Willing matures,
beside the 13th Sunday of Fátima’s Day,
a day of warning that children belong wholeheartedly only to Fátima + God’s love.