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Wind

“From the days of John the Baptist until now,
  The kingdom of heaven has been subjected to violence,
  And violent people have been raiding it.
  For all the Prophets and the Law prophesied until John.
  And if you are willing to accept it,
  He is the Elijah who was to come.
  Whoever has ears, let them hear.”
    ~ Matthew 11:12-15 (NIV)

Wind, wind
What am I to make
Of a world cruelly fake
That seems sexy and fresh?

Child, child
Though you are yet young
You’re a eunuch yet hung
And uncut in the flesh

Wind, wind
What leads a mother
To flee from her son
Make him eat in the cold?

Child, child
She’s known nothing better
She felt bad as you
When she was just as old

Wind, wind
Why cringes she so
At mere mention of sex
And avoids all embrace?

Child, child
Her treatment was such
To make any suggestion
Of sex a disgrace

Wind, wind
Why loathes she my penis
Why all this pretense
While I’m yet not a man?

Child, child
You were once her father
The child molester
From whom she first ran

Wind, wind
Why would I take action
To harm my own children
When harm comes to me?

Child, child
Your love wasn’t trusted
And so you reacted
Misguided but free

Wind, wind
Why should I believe you?
My granddad for years
Stood religious and tall

Child, child
You might as well trust me
Else you’ve been confused
For no reason at all

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