Unborn

Unborn am I

Forged, full-formed in the well of pain

Crucified again and again

Born and born again through time in God’s great game

Unliving am I

A thing of meat convulsed by neural spark

A hollow corpse alone amid this dismal park

A jerking spastic born of empty dark

Undead am I

A vampire hungry for the force of life

An empty shell that yearns for home and wife

A parasitic thing of hate and strife

Unloved am I

A shadow shunned, admired and hated

Man’s darkest thought that rises unabated

The voice of cruelty unsated

Unblessed am I

Beyond the power of light to curse

Woven all of spells and anti-verse

The dying mind of God within a hearse

Incorrupt am I

That needs no blessing from above

That curses all who dare to utter love

That has no need to free the burning, tortured dove

Unborn are you

Who knows yet not the power of these my words to waste

Who cannot see within yourself and taste

The glowering dark that through your mind makes haste

The dam of sanity is breached.