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