Fail-Slave

She took her children to the lake
tied in the car for their soul sake.
Their numbered years were much too thin
to be accountable for sin.

Their hands were tied behind their back
and soon their souls would be on track.
For she was there to save them all
from answering perdition‘s call.

A dedicated mother, she,
to save them from eternity
in which they would forever writhe
before their reason could survive.

A foolproof plan, a fail-safe ploy
to drown her little girls and boy
before the one with love’s desire
could toss them in the lake of fire.

She reasoned in her cult of death,
denying children of their breath
would give to them eternal bliss,
(perhaps she heard that serpent hiss.)

So down the ramp the car then rolled
for three young children to behold
the joy of drowning in the night
within her righteous oversight.

The wrong thing for the “right” reasons:
look how nature nurtures seasons.
Silly superstition seeded--
mental help, so badly needed.

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