This virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body Nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat With an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shift Beneath the rib cage lay a sweltering child, A child forcing and pushing outward for decampment of his mother's womb Bearing a bastard child Bearing what is now the son of the new world's lord Bearing the serpent's lamb Overwhelmed she grows debilitated and weak Staying attentive becomes more burdensome. A struggle to stay awake as her body contracts She mutters one conclusive, crowning breath: "Why would such a god allow such deep evil? Theodicy!" The curtains are slowly lowered over her solitary and meaningless life Her chest lay open, an open and gaping wound revealing the damage left inside Her own body only used to mask the beast that dwelled internally This orphan child scowls over the remains of his birth given origin, his own mother Only to grow through his adolescence to clench the name of the antichristTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
