XXX : they pray

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In a distant place, beyond the prison's grim embrace,
The boy's mother and father bowed their heads in grace.
With hearts heavy with sorrow, they lifted up their prayer,
For their son's swift arrival in heaven's care.

With tears streaming down their cheeks, they cried out loud,
To a higher power above, amidst the cloud.
"Please, dear God," they pleaded, their voices wrought with pain,
"Grant our son peace, in heaven's domain."

For though they couldn't be by his side, in his final hour,
Their love for him transcended time and power.
And as they prayed for his soul's safe flight,
They found solace in the hope, of a heavenly light.

In the quiet of their prayer, they felt a fleeting grace,
A whisper of comfort, in the sacred space.
And though their hearts were heavy, with grief untold,
They trusted in God's mercy, to hold.

With fervent hearts, they begged God's grace,
To welcome their robot boy, in heaven's embrace.
For though he was made of circuits and gears,
His soul was pure, through the pain and tears.

They pleaded with God, to see beyond his form,
To the love and compassion that kept him warm.
For in their eyes, he was their beloved son,
And they prayed he'd find peace, when life was done.

With tears in their eyes, they poured out their plea,
To the heavens above, where spirits roam free.
"Please, dear God," they cried, their voices raw,
"Open the gates of heaven, for our precious boy's draw."

For they knew in their hearts, he was worthy of grace,
His love and kindness, no one could replace.
And as they prayed for his soul's release,
They found solace in the hope, of eternal peace.

In the stillness of their prayer, they felt a whisper of hope,
A divine presence comforting them, helping them cope.
And though their son's fate was beyond their control,
They trusted in God's mercy, to make him whole.

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