He cursed his mother, night and day.
Who night and day had
carried him in her body for nine months!
And bore him on her
breasts, for more than a thousand times!
And supported him for
forty-years thereafter.
She beseech him, to
ask God to pardon him—
Before she died like
a Christian.
But he was the cause
of her death, a grieving heart can do no less.
And God asked, upon
his arrival “What manner of man is this?”
And he spoke not one
word, he was speechless.
And by the sound of a
bell, he was cast down to hell.
For this manner of
man, would give no quarter, nor confession, nor reverence nor devotion, nor
reason or rhyme.
For as it had been
and remained, he gave at every wisp of the wind, a curse to his mother, for no
reason.
He delighted in the
profanity, he gave his mother, not carrying one way or the other if God and his
saints were watching.
Thus, he lived and
died, this man, and remains in the hands of the Devil in Hell, his name is
Fernando.
No: 4779 / Written
5-28-2015
