Disfunction
How can parents give children what
they need; something they did not
receive?
They do their best with what they
know; while their children grow.
They grow up as broken vessels;
broken vessels they shall remain.
Generation after generation, dis-
function continues to grow;
for this is what they sow.
Pain and suffering they will see,
until they ask God in Heaven, to
set them free.
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