Alone and unchosen to dissimulate their forgotten spirit,

A crossroads to a dead end of blasphemy these kindred souls unknowingly implicit,

Wanting guidance for all they know is trust in the paternal,

An endless agonizing loop led by the maternal,

Father hectic with blackened eyes frisking for the truth,

Mother alluding in prevarication conceding behind the youth,

Demons strangulation surround the blooms,

Unknown to him his offspring are facing certain doom,

To choose and lose is so sad for dad,
To win with a grin is the song of mom,

The inglorious attitude regresses the children,

In the ashes of the wake he witnesses the fallen kindred,

Blind in the mind they no longer exist when kissed,

It's too late for the mate, the time is now to escape or face the tape,

Clutching the toddlers she holds ransom their mind,

His hands behind tied, knowing she'll do anything to claim the selfish prize,

They need him more than ever, but they can't articulate,

He holds the key to free them of false imprisonment,

With no rights they lean on him as their abolitionist,

Dad knows he can save them, they're his hereditament,

Because no baby should be in a state of survival of the littlest.