Dear Lord Father, shall I praise you for the good of art and the wreath you've placed upon my heart, whether I live or die? I have no imaginable effort to please doubt. The country I was born in stands on the columns which support strength and the good of men that which protects all others and a price we all must pay. I am proud to be American.
There is someone I have known and love, she is a woman who has promised her mind and heart to mark time and she honors peace. Her name is Diana Bubanja.
I have longed her presence and knew her to be the kind speck of your willingness and has endured life with me. I can no longer own beyond a reasonable doubt, the length of time and her losses to control.
I have not tired of her however I have learned of a ddebt she owes not only to her liberty but to the honor of her promises. Find her Oh Lord, let me see with thine own eyes her own punishment and her mind make payment by facing you.
There will be no other and those who know shall understand that it is unwise to cross those you love. Let no corruption overcome thee, let no mark touch thy face nor thy heart. I will be where you want for thy sake and a mission calleth thee. May Diana be made of hearth, her face made of stone until she faceth thee with the mill of spirit, may she grind.
By the art of your will, let her face thee and by your heart may she come to thee, I shall be waiting not a moment longer...Come hither thee-Amen-MIGUEL
