A Fish named Neglect - Ode to the women of my Generation

Dither and wither in here pond of life.
Oh how you have fallen from grace oh Daughters of Zion.
How you cover your shame with the soot and ash of your mistakes and rejection.
Eye shadow and mascara to fill your face with lies of content.

We decedents of Abraham, son's of David have failed you in this age with our own corruption and impurities.
As our fathers have failed as and we them in this vicious cycle of modern day upbringing.
Our deceit and deception as rays of light in your storm filled skies.
So we may deceive and bestow hope then hopelessness as we steal your sun to warm our ego's.
Light up your lives with our fallacies so to gain your love in the palms of our insecurities
Status quo to status fill as perception from delusions fills your mind with our deceptions and upon reflection in such subjection to lure you closer to our hidden intention.
Gain your hearts to mount in our trophy rooms so we may bask in our ability to collect your broken souls.
Our victory to feed your disease and addiction for half a smile false interest and luring attention.
Be a named called fish in here pond wither... Shall it be that you are a fish named neglect and so to shall we bait you with our lures of fraudulent intent covered in the attention you seek and missed from your fathers as they have failed perhaps to show you the ideals of true men and so to have ours to instill the meaning of manhood in us.
We offer you greener pastures on blighted soil embedded with graves to lure you over the fence.
All these promises of brighter aspects used and told so many times within our gospel blasphemy all the while holding a warm smile of malice.
We have but one intent and so be it our conquest... But in this age our rolls reversed... Women as you are now liberated and so to your desires to conquer and revel in your ability to manipulate men.
Oh my generation my heart weeps for you... You collect shame and misery so to seem of some interest to petty fools.
Understand the meaning of hearts, true value and substance, by this visage my soul burns as you are robbed by others and yourself from true happiness.
Used and used, addiction by pacifier, degrading your soul to that of lessor value than its true intent.
For a moments excite only to be rewarded regret, as we smile for adding to your walls.
Clouding your mind and returning you to dark, and by dusk shall we then come as a thief to fill your eyes with tears and bestow true loneliness once more so to leave you in the pond of your pillow oh fish named neglect.

My greatest fear and hurt is that I could not protect you all and so at times I see your pain and so to live it. Paul was right... I have but now to leave you in the Hands of God... He will protect you as I could not. Amen.

1 Corinthians 7:1