Verily, where art thou when I need thee?
Holding no grudge knowing its wickedness,
Beseech for I hast not heard thy prithee,
Loathed life thoughts everything is bootless.
Why hast thou forsaken thy family?
All ******* up without a single coin.
'Twas wondrous to set my mom's liberty,
Howbeit never think twice what thee purloin.
Oh, our beloved father: hearken us!
Mayhap a knave like thee hast forgiven,
Mother professes good and rebukes cuss,
From thy blood endure the odds bidden,
Heretofore relationship disengaged,
Yearning to start again to have new page.