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Thou Darkened Womb Trieth did I...but attention passeth my way not. To liveth in this darkened womb...feeling unwarmed by a mother's flesh. When she speaketh...I understand not, but she crucifieth my spirit with her own...as our blood mingles - halfway. As the seedling that I am...I am but an unborn spirit... placed here...by not my own choice...but here just the same. I heareth the cries of this morhern vessel, while, in her own sadness she wails. Her heart brings forth wrongness in life...but she kneweth the consequence of her flight. And so...beith I in this darkened place of angered blood and strife. Shall I be a quickened spirit yanked of my own birth? I shant not bother with this carriers pathways, for they be her own... instead, there beith another of waiting and wanting for one such as I. One of great expectation for chosen paths, and one to cradleth me in warming. I shant not shed tears for unwanting as it be...no...my spirit shall soar to another. Washed by the hands of one greater than all...and cleansed of earthly strife. I am but a seedling and should knoweth not of the darkness...darker than this womb. I shall soaken, instead, in a water of strength and courage...beith thou my comfort. Harmony bestill my heart and join it with the blood of a loving, wanting joy. Taketh me, Oh Great One, from this battlefield with your mighty hands of great... so be it...that evil have no joy for the taking of me in their own fleshy promotion. Someday...desire visiteth again...this one I leave now, and the linger of a wanting may not come forth easily. Yeah be the curse of lustful desire and the past of unwants. I travel, henceforth, to a womb of light...wrapped in value and moral. Hoping, all the while, for this one I left to find forgiveness within a spiritual battle weaved. Someday her heart showeth her mind...the forgiveness I gave. As a seedling planted in the womb...a baby feels the unwanting of a mothers heart...but only the Creator can change the pathway...if it is to be so. |
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