Love Poem: Mother Hate For Her Son
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Written by: Ronald Campbell

Mother Hate For Her Son

Its draws its power from many things that we as human do. How we take for granted that which as human say and do to one another. Like lie and take one another goods, and cast away that which do not belong to us. Family as we see them now days draws the most hate. As they play the fool's games with one another.
Deeply it does sadden the heart when a mother prey one of her own child. Than find reason to prey on others. For it is worst on her when I go to hell to write about those miserable souls. One mother spoke with me saying, I had great hate for my middle child. For Yahwen have given him more knowledge than that of me. 
For I set out to break not only his spirit but his very soul. But like Satan I failed. Only to break myself and in up in the dirty hole. And Yahweh saw fit to enrich my son life. And end mine. I ask her again the mother, what is your punishment saw fit by Yahweh. She reply, as I was in my house plotting against my son, Death came. When I saw him I asked, have my time run it course. And Death replies, no, for the will of the most high Father saw fit to shorten it. 
For you have anger him to the end. For he saw your hate against your son saw unjust. And that I shall take you to hell's darkest hole. For where there you shall suffer all that you plot against your son. And when I was placed here tartarus screamed so loud that my very soul yelled out. He said, what a waste of human life, pleasing the most high Father and trying to destroy your own son. How can one mother be? 
I said to Tartarus; please have mercy on me, a once foolish woman. But tartartus said, why do you seek mercy here? For this place is hell there is no mercy here. And you have shown no mercy to your own son. Than those demons that was there take out my heart to play games with it. And when I come to find my mind, I prey to Yahweh, but my own words became as fire to burn my own soul and spirit. Now leave me soul seeker, for I wish to speak with you no more.
I reply. Your punishment fit you well, and I have no pity for you, and I left.