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My cross, oh pressure in my brain.
Those born will never know how useless man is.
With their lips, they claim to know their state,
‘That they can do nothing without God,’
But how do they know! God gave them all,
And a babe can’t comprehend like an adult,
Of what it’s like to be born without God.
For them, perhaps I can illustrate.
A man made himself into a better person.
Then he married himself to a wife born virtuous.
Can he do anything then, but hate the wife?
He knows more deeply than her, she’d be no wife of his,
If he were not this, if he were not that, if he lacked.
Suppose this goes for the girls as well.
If the woman became a better person,
More beautiful, more useful housekeeper, more virtuous,
But then married a man born with virtue,
She’d question, ‘If I were not, if I were not…’
Such would be the conversation of her heart.
But the one born well-off would not know of it.
They’d think all is well in the relationship.
Abel and Abellete would smile, would cheer,
‘Thank God for the blessings of His grace!’
As if they had to pray!
What’s more certain than a beautiful woman married?
The maid sits around in bed, and why, she’s young,
Raised by a Dad who didn’t let her fall into debt,
And what’s more she’s beautiful, radiant like the sun,
With a smile so true, and a voice so kind.
Oh she’ll claim God did the work in bringing her a spouse
She’ll claim God did all the work in bringing her a man
Who prayed night and day for a virtuous wife,
Who worked day and night to provide for a wife,
Who had the idea to run to a priest to ask,
‘Are there marriable girls here at mass?’
Oh sure, God did all the work in bringing her a man,
Who saw her once, who found her pretty enough to love,
Who sent her Dad a letter to start the ship of marrying her.
Certainly, God did all the work in bringing her a man and
In her innocence, she’s with her man on the couch
She’ll say, ‘I love you. I love you. I love—
If I had never prayed, I wouldn’t be with you today.’
But he, the man, will lean back on the cushion,
What with his two little legs.
He will take one hand off her blushing cheek
To rub across his unattractive face,
And look down from his wife to look upon his sunken chest.
His arms, he’ll find are too thin, and his eyes dim.
No longer will he be distracted by the beauty before him.
This beauty won’t know how he screams within.
Rather, he will silence beauty with a deeper kiss,
Or squeeze the bones of beauty’s back,
Crush the air out of beauty’s breast,
So beauty will no longer speak, but gasp
Because there’s nothing which will give him more offense
Than to hear one who never needed God speak about God.
To him, if not him, she’d have married someone else,
Because she was beautiful
And because there was nothing more certain in the world
Than a beautiful woman marrying.
Such thoughts, when the devil brings them up,
Will torture him for all his life.
Grandson of Cain out of sorrow for sins marries Abellete.
He can boast nothing from his past, his sins are confessed,
But it’s by the fleshly Sacrament, marriage, he tries to repent,
Because from birth he was born a wanting man,
Wanting money, wanting women, wanting God,
Oh God, His favor, His blessing, His love.
Wanting, he’ll accrue the weight of sin,
Then to repent, he’ll seek God, he’ll love God,
And with a wife he never earned,
He will seek to raise a family of little Saints,
So that the good of them born from a sinner’s gene,
May wipe away the debt of all his sins.
See now why Pride loves they who are self-made?
Oh rich man, born to have, but never lack!
All you have to do for humility is serve! How hard is that?
But the poor gnash their teeth and claw the grass.
When the low tree is brought high, and the high brought low,
The low will have learn what the high have always known.
The people incline themselves to evil.
They can’t be trusted to choose their own leaders.
When given a choice between God and calf,
The majority of men will vote for death.
When men seek after their own selves, Pride stands,
Because evil seeks after evil, and good for good,
But it’s one good man for every thousand men.
Yet, in a city, there’s a thousand men
Trying to choose a leader for themselves.
Should heaven expect for nine-hundred-ninety-nine men
Who are evil to choose a good leader?
However, if the one by miracle is leader,
Oh how the people shall rejoice,
For by the power of a virtuous king,
The stains of many evils are washed away,
And for so long as that king rules,
It’s as if evil has never touched the shore.
The coming of such a king whose KING IS GOD
Wipes all evil from the kingdom.
So far as heaven’s will be done on Earth,
One virtuous King shall burn away the works of Hell,
As God Himself shall cast Satan and all devils,
And evil spirits, and evil souls, to Hell.
For the house of the bride and groom,
The house of the husband and wife,
Will be a house without spot.
When God is King, there will be no evil.
When a king’s King is God, good will prevail.
Nine-hundred-ninety-nine evil will quake in fear.