A poem, a poetry, that tells a story of a flaming passion and burning compassion that delivered a prostitute from the cold street.

THE HEADLINE OF LIFELINE'S DEADLINE

Light Penn

Needles and syringe, for pleasurable pain:

 Pricking vein; infringe treasurable brain.

He did hit the club to ball in his new car,

 He did ball with four of his favorite hookers,

He with three hookers took a trip into this new car,

 Behind in the club; too wasted to walk out: just one hooker.

 All four tripping seeing blurred lines. 

 With no lifeline found for them in time.

All four so far gone in the midst of five;

All her life she spread legs like deathbed,

 Of a billion babies buried alive and dead.

 Her predators coming from the trap house.

There and then i met this stranger in danger:

 Unto rescue mission that couldn't linger;

 By the compassion of Christ i was moved;

I heard and declared to her that which is true:

 "Jesus told me to tell you he loves you"

"None sister.." The answer i cheerfully replied:

 "Just under the influence of the Most High"

 Your innocence painfully stripped off you,

By that stepfather who forcefully raped you,

 And even introduced his friends into you."

 Into the fiery street; a dreary resort to roam."

Like hammer to sober up a mind so stoned.

 "How did you know?" Was tearfully her yell

"This tale just told i fearfully never tell.. "

"Jesus told me to tell you all these i declare:

 To let you know of all these he is aware,

 To beam the rainbow over your rain of tears..."