Nothing to do with his name

Is he to blame,

For what he has become,

The son of an abuser,

A preacher’s son!

Be wary not,

For this tale is not grim,

For his chances of survival,

Now range from none to slim.

Finally he reigns,

His emotions, he rules,

Agony beneath his feet,

Pain and sorrow now his tools.

Now he will live the life of fortune,

That was written in his name,

It’s, Darrell Maurice Hubbard, and the,

Numbers of letters are proof of this claim.

Go ahead, count each one,

And then you'll all know the same,

It’s the number of the letters in each,

It has nothing to do with his name.