My father is not a respecter
Of his children
Neither has he tested
Whomsoever of us
Though he has love much love
Though he has mercy
His grace is sufficient
His wrath is not a fire
To be played with
Even the bravest of
His gentelmen sons
And even the most
Naughty and stubborn ones
No one has a chest that cannot be caved
No one has a gut that cannot be wrenched
His onslaught is not the result
Of a failed test
And champions are not decided by who
Has done best
My father is not a respecter
Oh his children
Neither has he condemned
Whomsoever of us
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