She is the fear of th future
Rising out from the womb
A black, looming figure
The white, bloody sheets
Her eyes, gripped with terror
Our fate is so uncertain
But still we bear the offspring
How shall I face the future
In a world of hate and disease?
The blood inside is pure
Sheltered by the womb
Birth is stained with blood
That is no longer pure
She is the fear of th future
Rising out from the womb
A black, looming figure