Mother, oh Mother

 Life encased inside the womb , the origin and the educator.

A deafening push of a fruitless tree.

An effort silenced by the weight of evolution

and ignored by the young who step off the path of realisation. 

A fairy tale created to scare with wooden lies.  

But the lie recedes and melts with time.

All that is left is the knowledge that we will forever be tied to faith, a pledge sealed within a hot kiss.

 

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