Saturday 16 June 2012

ggg

The End of the beginning-abortionist

 (This is an abortion of an 8 weeks fetus.) this is what you do.
 
Sometimes the beginning ends before it even starts.
Killed in the fetus itself.
Entangled worlds colliding,
In a wombs space warps.
Tumbles and drowned, ejected self.

So many debates and bills,
In fraction of seconds killed.
Soul on probates still,
waiting in the corridor mills.

To grind, to be hooked,
Never mind scorching soul.
Appointments booked,
They gonna wipe it from the book.

And it comes out,
A he a she?
Without a form,
with a surprised smile,
crushed scorching gnome.

looking with a deformed eye,
Your black and white deed.
It cursed you when you denied,
Always when you plead.

Incestual love its a solution,
Rape its a solution,
but never will it be a solution,
when you agreed,
then when you don't it,
you took a resolution,
to discard it.

To vote or not to vote,
Religion still.
Standing between,
like an Armour of pain.

So many evil are out there,
Religious or not, you got raped.
So religions must abide, in exceptional case,
To abort,
 to escape
terminate, whats living inside.
What is not yours.

So, the conclusion is consent.
When you consent, you keep.