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i was born crying, covered in the flesh,

the blood of my mother's womb;

i, a desperate, helpless wretch

an accident i must presume...

offspring myself, of an adulterous marriage

my mother and father's love... consummated 

whilst my sister's father, a devout Catholic,

prayed and prayed for reconciliation...

what prayers of vengeance had been prayed?

upon the home where i was made?

i now bear an inherited curse,

whether real or imagined is irrelevant,

my father believed he was hexed

and his belief became reality,

who then am i to pray 

for any other prayer

than Your mercy renewed each day?

yes, my wife trespassed against

the sanctity of our marriage,

but the child? he will be born innocent!

i am grieved! and have every right to be!

but let the curse of the father, 

and the curse of the mother,

be not inherited any longer...

Father, i beg you! i pray...
consider not their sins against me

bless the unborn child, please?

lay the cycle of cursing to rest...