is there still in you a boldness to think of an infant
or a bottled milk being sucked by him
for all that you concern are odd matters of vanity
each man is a gift yet a snap of your choice to be turned to dead
this existence be it insignificant in your perception, all but clouded
in the stillness of the possibilities a heart obliges to survive
to get out of the indecision of your reckless faith
all will wept as they heed me gasping in your womb
how long will you continue to disregard that which you were told
as never has there been a teaching that tells you do this do that
but the funding of conscience that lies deep within your very self that is
which will spare those wholl be conceived, those wholl be outspokenly born
now before i leave this world not a glimpse of its wonders i have seen
id like to spend my one last breath saying you spread this compassion you felt too late
cause now im vanishing and only my pure emotion though juvenile can express in tears
this professed love you have conveyed when you took that pill which now is ending me
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