I owe you respect though I recognize the sad box you're in
For whatever you are is an exercise of your God-given right
Freedom turned predicament ever since the choice in, "Garden"
The continued down spiral as man, of God, decisively looses sight
For all really you've become is humanly short of correct decision(s)
Without (if any wrong) the regard and self-respect warranted to become
The fine being you were mean't to be; by all would have envisioned
If only would encourage within yourself all that must, for so, get done
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