Born... out of the womb
I've been torn
Killed by my own breeder
But my spirit lives on
To see the horrors
They've planned with me
Ripping out of my little chest
Undeveloped slimy entrails
Making place for what seems to be
White snow that kills humanity
Ephemera
I'm both the body and the bag right now
I see us passing the border of betrayal
Used... all my life
Has been refused
What life?

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