It is for she
Who spoke the world into being
and breathed life into it's lungs
It is for she
who was expected to stay
and chose to find her own way
It is for she
who carried the immaculate hope of the world
bore and nurtured him
for our death and resurrection
It is for she
who sacrificed her dreams
and ensured our own
It is for she
who made us men
and with a word or glance emasculated us
It is for she
who has shown me all I desire
and may not have
It is for she
who is worthy of praise and scorn
that I offer these humble prose
Women, they are God's most beautiful and terrible creation. They bear the future in their womb and drive men into their tomb. All Praise the creator for their existence.
Who spoke the world into being
and breathed life into it's lungs
It is for she
who was expected to stay
and chose to find her own way
It is for she
who carried the immaculate hope of the world
bore and nurtured him
for our death and resurrection
It is for she
who sacrificed her dreams
and ensured our own
It is for she
who made us men
and with a word or glance emasculated us
It is for she
who has shown me all I desire
and may not have
It is for she
who is worthy of praise and scorn
that I offer these humble prose
Women, they are God's most beautiful and terrible creation. They bear the future in their womb and drive men into their tomb. All Praise the creator for their existence.
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