Mother, I'm speaking to you from your Womb
The normal precautions you failed to take
As you consider making this my Tomb
I have a statement I would like to make
God makes no mistakes when He conceives Life
He brings us into the world Right on Time
He entrusts me to you not to bring strife
But to elevate yours to the Sublime
The highest duty God gives anyone
Is bearing Life and rearing His children
He's asking you to raise me as His son
Apart from selfish consideration
Instead of proceeding with my murder
Commit to living this Divine honor.

MICHAEL J. FARRAND