VII

Mom and dad in heaven, I hope you’re both listening Today I think I met an angel but his robes were missing And he dressed in red instead of white which isn’t very christian But he helped me with my dreams and visions that I told you about And I think he’s given me a gift although I’m holding doubts I smiled again, which hasn’t happened for a while, I’m spent Tired and I’m sorry that haven’t prayed in like forever The nightmares were exacerbated, maybe I was never A believer and just acting saint for the sake of convenience Faith tended to seem mendacious since you passed away But maybe Seven really is an angel and I’m saved And you’ll be waving at me at the magic gates of daddy space At least the dreams are less frequent recently He says that he eats them while I’m sleeping so I don’t need to see them And - I’m speaking about the angel again, sorry I think I should go now, prolly... Amen