How can a womb full of life
Bring forth such blackness
Abandon the very life it has conceived
The most beautiful thing in this world
Tainted with the most foul teachings
When you are brought through mud and grime
It's not possible to remain clean
Stained forever with the sour stench of despair
That no amount of cleansing could wash off
A loomy cloud hanging over your world
How can the creator of beauty
Destroy it and tarnish it so badly
To the point of unrecognizance
How could you spend 9 cycles of nourishment
Building up life to allow it to fall by the wayside
When the inventor becomes the reaper
It is the saddest of things
The greatest things in this world
Are carefully nurtured and pored over
By a watchful eye
But when life is left to fend for itself
That very life becomes lifeless
Souless, defensive, and inward
Where there is no light, there can only be darkness,..
