The Foetus

 

Warm, bloody chunks encasing hate,

A soupy stew of organs,

Soaked in blood and rancid fluid,

Sucking away life in this inhuman state.

 

With each of its heartbeats an angel falls,

The acidic liquid surrounds the unborn,

A selfish serpent, the devil horned,

This matrix of mysery will cause you to mourn.

 

Abort this sickly mess of flesh,

And keep it in a box by your bed,

Alien foetus all floppy and red,

Into this non-human your life shall be bled.

 

This sorrow of cells will not go to hell,

You concieved it and watched while it fell

For this you will burn, this act of quell

Hot needles lovingly pierce your eyes,

This was your own doing so why do you cry?

 

 

19.03.02 By Gemma Lansdowne