Sort To Abort

A child of mine was not to be, because of sinful deeds; A life of fun & frolic too, I missed the lines between the two; For mother & child is brilliant news, as long as none was between fun; I caught the tear with the fear that mother and child were hapless few. Conniving me, planned my plea just to see the little child flee; Folks did talk me in, about the sinful act; heads I win, tales I lose was always something of impact; Playing around was total fun & bothered me the least when down; Then came a time when I was fined by voices from above; Broken down with issues flare; The guilt was on my head,blind and unconcerned; Surrender was my only bender when heavens gate opened but closed the moment I was near; And from that far I look around and saw that hell was staring down at me.