True light from the world should be rewarded in marks,
Our marks tally our deals made with the sharks.
They **** a young girl to bring her marks to a pass,
She is passed by a boy whose love will not last.
What she cares about isn't what the voice requires,
An ensemble of hatred rains on her fires.
I won't break a daft child whose naivety is clear,
For his mind is like clay to be smashed to a mold.
The free do not know what to do with liberation,
The brilliant girl is too bright to fear the free world's damnation.
But the stupid boy prays to a hellish salvation.
The claims he makes to fix all his sins,
Let the lord take care of that while he scores his sick wins.
No allegiance she owns,
To the pulpit which drones,
That the boy can **** innocents,  
Yet be as pure as the newborn child is so known.