The sin of the father
It was the worst
From HIS father was rehearsed
From progenitors which came first
The family line, you see, was cursed.

A man of many evils... turned
All my love rejected. Spurned.
He should watch the maggot worm
For even those, at last, are BURNED.

Mother traveled with her load
Rage & anger all She showed
She used Perfection as her goad
I have reaped the seeds she sowed.

Unforgiving, hard as stone
With a harsh & strident tone
Her tongue can cut right to the bone
She wonders why she is alone.

We CANNOT do just as we ought
From the Apple sin was brought
To earth is an afterthought
Since the devil we have fought

But at last my folks will see
Their son joyous. Their son free
The Father's Son hung on the tree
So I'd be LOVED ETERNALLY.