Mothers Baby

Words of computer generated ink lay unmovable before your eager eyes.
Soundlessly and sadly absentmindedly telling a sad story
A story that is taboo if told with joy and not cries.

A virgin child, brought into a troubled world.
In a family marked by rare love.
A infertile mother and a hopeless father, with faith of producing a girl.

God's miricale enhanced generosity casting out the seed of Jesus to produce a new virgin Eve.
Who is loved unimaginablly because of the miricale from which she was weaved.

Growing outspokeningly modest through summer and spring.
Learning confusing sins from human demons is all fall brings.

1st of winters day, little Eve is 6 feet in heaven because of alcohols deadly tradition.
Leaving the new virgin Mary grieving under the devil's heavy ammunition.

But will power with no faith alone cant help Mary be strong.
As she tries numerous times to invite death into her home.

Finally shaking hands with the grim reaper.
Mary is welcomed into the house of the devil,because he is know her keeper.

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