I give life for you to destroy it.
My labor pains try to prepare me
for the agony of my child’s death.
You kill that which I carried beneath my heart.
My child is to be a pawn in your game of thrones.
Who is your mother so that I may know from whence you came,
you; the destroyer of a life that I created and brought forth?
Who gave you the right to take that which I bore?
There will come a time when the seeds of man will lie fallow.
And the earth will no more produce a single seed from which birth will spring.
A woman will give birth no more as she will be barren.
For man is no longer the protector of his world,
he is the destroyer and he must be destroyed.
The day will surely come when the hand of God will strike
and man will know who is master and who is slave
and all the worlds shall collide into one and there will be no more sun.
There will be no more warmth. For without light and warmth, life cannot grow.
Beware of your own importance for you are nothing and you will know it.
The mother of all creation will take back that which you would destroy
and He who rules will look not upon thee with favor and when that should happen,
woe be unto him for that is the end for all eternity.
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland All rights reserved.
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