| Cloying blackness, within the womb, unwanted child’s fleshly tomb
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| Umbilicus, a weaved choke, hung in time, frail neck is broke
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| Aborted form’s placenta shroud, writhe in untold fear
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| Suffer not this child to live, awash in bitter tears
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| Eternally they’re cast in a sea of feculence
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| Sound the flatline knell, bloodied noose, a cold embrace
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| Salted out of life’s chance, lost souls disarrayed
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| What never was, can never be, grotesques we betrayed
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| Mortal remains. |
| Now just burning embers
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| It cuts both ways, for all those dismembered
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| Carbonized by fire, burning flames of hate
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| Guilty in a blinkered court, destruction, child’s play
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| Beaten derewcts on the brink of death, there’s no requiem
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| Nothingness is what remains, no chance to live again |