A MOTHER ONCE SAID TO HER SON,
A GIFT I HAVE FOR THEE HERE,
LO AND BEHOLD, AN INNOCENT MAN IS MADE CAPTIVE BY HIS TRUST, LOVE AND IGNORANT INNOCENCE,
HE IS ENDOWED WITH THE CREATIONS OF RELIGION,
ALL WOMEN WHO HAVE MET HIM IN HIS LIFETIME ARE THUS EMPLOYED,
IN THE WORK OF INIQUITY,
HIS NAME IS MOST MARRED,
HIS IMAGE IS MOST RUINED,
HIS IDENTITY IS MOST DEFAMED,
RELIGION CLAIMED THEY GIVE HIM PEACE AND VICTORY,
YES, HE IS A CAPTIVE OF RELIGION,
A CITY OF FORNICATIVE HYPOCRISY IS THUS BUILT AROUND HIM,
THE CITY OF INIQUITY,
THIS IS HIS MOTHERS GIFT TO HIM!
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