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I AM THE SON OF A BASTARD SON I am the son of a bastard son, He did not’t know his father, never met him or talked to him. He had no example, he had no man of his own flesh and blood to turn to. I am the son of a bastard son, He did not know his father, but he knew the Father. He went to schools that abused him, he was in a world that abused him. But he never ran and fought for what was right. I am the son of a bastard son. He did not know his father, but he knew many people who taught him. And he hearkened his ear to wisdom. He kept hearkening his ear to wisdom and he fought and never ran. I am the son of a bastard son, And he used to take me to church where I learned of the Father and the Son. And I sang. I am the son of a bastard son. And I used to run. I ran and ran and ran, but my heart was as big as the sun. I am the son of a bastard son. And he taught me logic and reason and truth. And with that logic and reason and truth I learned compassion. I am the son of a bastard son. And with my compassion I tried to save the world. And the pain of the world began to beat down on me. And the pain of my brethren began to beat down on me, so that I felt I had to run. And the pain of my sisters began to beat down on me, so that I could not bear it. And I ran. And my father, the son of a bastard son. He said, my son, you cannot run. You must stand my son. You must accept that about the world which you must accept and change that, which you can change, and do the best you can. For you are an imperfect creature and how can an imperfect creature expect to live in a perfect world? You must not run my son, you must stand and do the best that you can. And I was on the edge of death about to take my own life. And the Mother above said, you can run my son. You can run and I will receive you. But if you stand, if you stand, if you stand my son, then you will be a man. And so I stood. I am the son of a bastard son. He did not know his father. And because long ago he decided that his son would not be a bastard son. Because he decided to stand and never ran, I am a man.

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I Am the Son of a Bastard Son

I AM THE SON OF A BASTARD SON I am the son of a bastard son, He did not’t know his father, never met him or talked to him. He had no example, he had no man of his own flesh and blood to turn to. I am the son of a bastard son, He did not know his father, but he knew the Father. He went to schools that abused him, he was in a world that abused him. But he never ran and fought for what was right. I am the son of a bastard son. He did not know his father, but he knew many people who taught him. And he hearkened his ear to wisdom. He kept hearkening his ear to wisdom and he fought and never ran. I am the son of a bastard son, And he used to take me to church where I learned of the Father and the Son. And I sang. I am the son of a bastard son. And I used to run. I ran and ran and ran, but my heart was as big as the sun. I am the son of a bastard son. And he taught me logic and reason and truth. And with that logic and reason and truth I learned compassion. I am the son of a bastard son. And with my compassion I tried to save the world. And the pain of the world began to beat down on me. And the pain of my brethren began to beat down on me, so that I felt I had to run. And the pain of my sisters began to beat down on me, so that I could not bear it. And I ran. And my father, the son of a bastard son. He said, my son, you cannot run. You must stand my son. You must accept that about the world which you must accept and change that, which you can change, and do the best you can. For you are an imperfect creature and how can an imperfect creature expect to live in a perfect world? You must not run my son, you must stand and do the best that you can. And I was on the edge of death about to take my own life. And the Mother above said, you can run my son. You can run and I will receive you. But if you stand, if you stand, if you stand my son, then you will be a man. And so I stood. I am the son of a bastard son. He did not know his father. And because long ago he decided that his son would not be a bastard son. Because he decided to stand and never ran, I am a man.