Brought forth by sin.
Born of my mothers womb,
dressed in fine lace,
who know this had all started so soon.

Some day,
I'll bear one too.
Through pain and blood,
I'll create one just like you.

The blood that seeps once a month,
like crushed pomegranate seeds,
carrys the burden of the seed
unsown

The crunch of the apple dear,
Was it good?
Was the trade fair?
Now, We are all brought forth in blood and dispair.

Born in sin.