Kneel in Dust - Fetus

His everyday voice is a beating pump, counting down his hours, days, months...
A creature rooted in the mother, always reminds that it will break out of the nest
The mother's instincts sharpen, she's ready to defend it
The child crawls towards the light towards the surface
Not knowing that an unforgiving beast awaits in a world of deformed characters, demented dignitaries who dictate the beat and the pelf of the world
For their insatiable hunger
most will end up no better than dirt
Immersed in the life giving liquid, wrapped in its umbilical cord
maneuvering through the walls of the warm abdomen
it sends out the first signs of life
The inside is his refuge, the retracting space though brings the feeling oppression
Till now it swam in the darkness, but now it has to emerge from the depths of the warm liquid towards the light of the world.... make the first step, his first breath
In that moment he is on the parchment signed by the mothers blood, not knowing the thorns of the world which will pierce is chest.