Today I pen this
Striaght to you, that
it's nolonger strange
That Benjamin will be
Born as the last born
Of all, and so it was,
Like a flickering
Flame, how fast time
Fly, how great we grow
To want to be how we
Were, whom we were, and
Where we were, with our
Innocent soul like a
Flower untouched, yet
There's no greater
Good, non glory, than
For we to wine, and
Dine, but I say to you
Son, that there's no
Greater history, non
Victory than for we
To fall from this
World a free man, I
Fight for you, and the
Thing that was, and
Will be, my legacy,
There are false
Friends that was once
Good, those who will
Ply tongue to taint
You, yet you will live
To tell, the true one
Was the devil not once
A delightful angel? yet
He lied, and failed, but
As an innocent son your
Future sin has been
Atoned, so when you
Caught sight of a
Cathedral, widely open
To your confessions
Don't look away, but
Wet the alter with
Your supplication, and
Wait for the wise one,
Do not play with a
Practical woman, or allow
A call girl practice in
Your household, that you
Do not defile the holy
One in you, bow to he
That made you, for we
Were made in love,
And to give love, will
Be delivered by love
On the line
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