No Embarrassment Endureth
No embarrassment endureth
With Cain’s murder of Abel: Seth,
A new born child after a death,
Tooth paste and brush for stale breath…
No embarrassment endureth:
None ever a lot achieveth,
Fights, short or long, knife back to sheath,
Water for months gone still a bath,
Years and years of naught then a wreath…
No embarrassment long liveth
Or the endless worries giveth,
Save banging of Mother by Son…
In that case, the Devil has won!
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