This poem is dedicated to all the warriors that won the battle! Death is not the end that's the thing people need to snap out of! We're heaven sent gifted we are truly! Crescent Moonsz will shine even when our times are gloomy! "Heaven Sent" two words that describe warriors fully! To family and friends, of course, you miss them! But just know where they located the crescent moonsz are developed to fulls! And they are sitting by the side of God waiting to serve the most high! Angels giving them fives telling them that it's alright! Our heavenly father gave all the warriors the spirit to fight! That's why we go so long in rounds! As we get older a new round is born! In the good book no more worrying of pain! A tear shall not be named! The sickness will be over It'll feel like life was all a game. So for now while you living your life just try to stay true to the light follow the dream in sight! No more foul treatment to the doc's & nurses who ain't nice! I can't wait to see each and every one of you warriors at the gate of heaven smiling while I'm sensing no pain being present! Life is just a lesson God is the Instructor! The Devil is the tester! learn to manage pain off trial and error! Can you imagine the day when your body won't have any aches? Can go out and play without getting winded! Can complete school with every day you counted present! The Only cure to sickle cell is death and you know it! So amen to the fact a young warrior died what God say? absent from the body present with Christ! please keep that in mind; yeah I'm black superman and my kryptonite is when warriors gain wings and catch that flight to heaven gates one-way trip; to the warrior living on earth encourage your sisters and brothers! The whole community are heaven sent angels! Delivering the message from father God's planner! gave us talents so you and I can be blessings to one another! And when we lose warriors we should definitely weep a little! And just know they are home! And God saying job well done!