Another birth

Abortion prevents suicide

Suicide crowns the legacy of life

And the legacy of life pleads for another generation

On the platform of comfort.

Wombless mothers forget

It isn’t about the baby we take in

It’s about the babies that will die.

You cannot escape a sinful life

When there are the books that will call your life sinful.

You cannot easily come to terms with sins as myth

When you have so many competitors

And the need for so much justification.

Walking earth asks if we are alone

This earth is our hell.

Decadent people recognize the decadence

But they term it something else.

People better themselves

Even as they are closer to giving up.

Giving up is the ultimate failure

Cry all these stubborn people

Running from their own failure.

Weak assholes till the soil

Complimenting their own muscles

As whores do.

As whores do anything,

There must be something worth taking in.

The raped are just searching

For someone to take them in,

But in the consensual world they don’t fare so well.

So long, so long,

They will pick you

And you will cry

Just like another birth.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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