This virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing bodynNauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and dessicated throatnWeak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twitch in her now soiled sheetsnWith an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shiftnA child forcing and pushing outward for decampment of it's mother's wombnBearing a bastard childnBearing what is now the son of the new world's lordnBearing the serpent's lambnOverwhelmed she grows debilitated and weaknStaying attentive becomes more burdensome, a struggle to stay awake as her body contractsnShe mutteres one conclusivve, crowning breathnWhy would such a God allow such deep evil? Theodicy!nThe curtains are slowly lowered over her solitary and meaningless lifenHer chest lay open, an open and gaping wound revealing the damage left insidenHer own body only used to mask the beast that dwelled internallynThis orphan child scowls over the remains of his birth given origin, his own mothernOnly to grow through his adolescence to clench the name of the antichrist