of thee , father not

.. father, we cannot win, we cannot defeated the ways of the world. It is inherently grown into the core , the roots and the hearts too deep to extract to eradicate… and I am not of worth , for this evolution…or to see it happen. I am just one me. I cannot make a difference. I cannot, father thy wish and command has fail on my weak and limp body… I have failed you. Thy grace am I unworthy. And in vain I have taken thy name. thy war, I cannot win. I shall die trying. Thy legacy of hatred, pride of the left hand…I shall end…end I shall , for I bring not this unto my sons and sons of sons.. this is a dark path, of justice and yet woe, …the way of the world vile shall defeat us. As I wishes upon our descendants the art and skill of this world…which is the art of unscrupulously… which is of honour not, integrity not, …which is of us not…of thee , father not. take this willingness away with these outflowing tears.