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The Secret Pain
I chanced to see a story told of pang upon a distant shore a secret pain who's history old and still practiced evermore Within this land a maidens fate is forced upon her knowingly wherein old women eviserate her private parts so secretly Six thousand maids a day are there whose injury upon inflicted who will decry the secret bare and shame to those convicted The woe to women the world around and this is not the only one when at home can be found everlasting silence of the tongue Where young maids fair must beware of their fathers and their uncles and two thirds of maidens share the fate beneath their buckles In a land whose intellect so often held on high and morals supposed circumspect who will with voice decry And some chance with wicked glance to lay blame upon the child though to protect should be the stance and the purpetrator reviled Two thirds of men within this land do not their children feed It's divorced women who must stand and fill their childrens need How many children suffer fates How many close their eyes How many mothers and their mates will with voice decry How many voice in crimson rage will seek with choice and mind engage how many will seed anothers mind that to voice they'll be not blind Ex 22:22-24 Jer 22:2-3 James 1:27 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
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