Infectious Womb
Given over unto death
Life shall have its way
Infectious state of stillness
Birthing life into this glory
Nourished in darkness
Waiting for the light
Shrouded eyes and pain untold
Death shall bring true life
In the womb of death
All to be revealed
In the womb of death
Our fate's forever sealed
Conceived into existence
The thin line of red
No choice against resistance
The condition unto death
As mortal shells divide
And spread across the earth
Time refuses not
To wait upon the Birth
Autor(es): Abated Mass of Flesh
