As the world advance in age
So do generation change

In the days of Aquinas the saint
Children are known to serve in the tent

In the days of Shakespeare
They read, not even the mind they spare

In the days of our fathers they play hide and seek
And now what’s under they seek

To fill the gaps between their legs
With different men they fertilize their eggs

They discuss first experience
Before their mothers
Some with lab experiments
Became grave mothers

Those in safe delivery
Live with emotional slavery
Thus, begot fatherless generation
Abomination, transgression
Lord save this generation

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