Bearing The Serpents Lamb - Job For A Cowboy

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 of his mother’s womb

Bearing a bastard child

Bearing what is now the son of the new world’s lord

Bearing the serpent’s lamb

Overwhelmed she grows debilitated and weak

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

starts to contract, she mutters one conclusive, 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, a gaping wound revealing the damage left inside

Her own body only used to mask the beast that 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