Paradox of the Stillborn

Amanda Lawson
Begging first cause misses the point. To try asking questions, questions the question. Stops time. What's it like in his likeness? We die. Our paradox lost, stillborn malaprops. Period. Void. Sin wound in time, wakes. Pregnant breath, dirty words, cursed earth, fertile Sentences. Condemned to death by a snake, Be fruitful naked, begirdled, his figs hidden within her ellipsis. She’s unbecoming unpardoned punctuating tranquility, Ouroboral, short, mortal, shame, a blood-red paralipsis, Evil knows better. Blame falling on you, not divine inability.

[Verse 1] Begging first, a futile start, Missteps in the dance of art. Asking questions, the question's heart, Time halts, in its relentless march. [Chorus] What's it like in his likeness? We die, Our paradox, lost, stillborn, a lie. Sin wound in time, it wakes, it cries, Pregnant breath, in the cursed skies. [Verse 2] Dirty words, on the cursed earth, Fertile sentences, in the birth of mirth. Condemned by a snake, to be fruitful, Naked, begirdled, in the fig's truth. [Chorus] What's it like in his likeness? We die, Our paradox, lost, stillborn, a lie. Sin wound in time, it wakes, it cries, Pregnant breath, in the cursed skies. [Bridge] She’s unbecoming, unpardoned, Punctuating tranquility, unbroken. Ouroboral, short, mortal, shame, A blood-red paralipsis, in the blame. [Chorus] What's it like in his likeness? We die, Our paradox, lost, stillborn, a lie. Sin wound in time, it wakes, it cries, Pregnant breath, in the cursed skies. [Outro] Evil knows better, blame falling on you, Not divine inability, in the end, it's true. [End]

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