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Parting of the tide, six senses of five

Stills of the embryonic side, Light blood breathe

Questioning the lack, is reality this black I scream

Womb or tomb, water breaks the fetus shifts

Uterus, a flush of red... Now it's breached

Umbilical cord, Is wrapped around the infants head

It is dark blue, motionless and almost dead

I smack it hard, tanked screaming into life

Afterbirth adorns it's head, A bloody fetus on a bed

Is this real or are it's eyes pinned shut

Is this a destiny, to be controlled by you?

It's slipped away, molded and structured by influence hot of it's own