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Oh! My mother, sues thy sole cell daughter,
An unborn baby, before its loving lover-
Prays it to dad, thy, my best creative will-
“Let me come, not look at me- thy angry shrill!”
Oh! Doc. You dog! You dig dream deep death grave!
God be thy, not fret by thy pious crepe.
Listen! Pray I, to the future bearers-
“Why you all do love those little fathers!”
And what if I be that womanish dare-
To ask if Gods have all, Goddesses less care!
But still looks read Books, all those Pandits may-
Have less than mean heart which knowledge too nay.
For a human form from a shape lotus-
Turns thoughtless ship to fix the doom fetus!
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2 Comments on "Doom Fetus"
Wow, love the creativity, just awesome
thanks win