Bearing The Serpents Lamb

This virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body

Nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat

Weak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twitch in her now soiled sheets

With an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shift

Beneath the rib cage lay a sweltering child,

A child forcing and pushing outward for decampment on his mother's womb

Bearing a bastard child

Bearing what is now the son of the new world's Lord

Bearing the serpents lamb

Overwhelmed she grow debilitated and weak

Staying attentive becomes more burdensome, a struggle to stay awake as her body contracts

She mutters one convulsive, crowning breath

"Why would such a God allow such deep evil? Theodicy!"

The curtains are slowly lowered over her solitary and meaningless life

Her chest lay open, an open and gaping wound revealing the damage left inside

Her own body only used to mask the beast the dwelled internally

This orphan child scowls over the remains of his birth given origin, his own mother

Only to grow through his adolescence to clench the name of the antichrist