He loves her, for in
her womb was he carried
He seeks her, so he
may bestow on her his seed
He ravages her, when threatened
by her mind free
He disdains her when
there is no more life to be seen
From birth to death so is she seen
As the mother or the
mother-to-be
Her boon and bane it
shall be
For her womb defines her
identity.
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