Worthless man of shame,
Stripped of your name;
Guilty were you born;
Sinly you have done.
Fought as a man,
Defeated like a child;
Soon as I can,
Would run home and hide.
God I have been fooled,
Your grace was my warning;
You made and it was good,
But defiled before morning.
Does home still have a door?
I’ll seek it like I did;
I’ll be the weak the more
To bear in me your seed.
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