Acrid Canon

The thought of bringing to term
 This thing growing within
 Elevates my disgust
 To a crippling wretch
 Feeling it crawl into me from the void
 Is beyond gut wrenching
 It's beyond anything
 One could have dreamt
 Or created fictitiously
 Can you control what can not be killed?
 What is to become of my imminent newborn
 Taken to a room by gurney
 Examined under fluorescent light
 Everything I witnessed after this
 I documented in my acrid canon
 Taking mental note of all the horrors
 Happening around me to scribe down
 While amid the massive havoc
 After my eyes tamed to the light
 I surveyed the room and saw the abnormality
 Crowning out of the person expressionless
 Spread next to me, I vomited out of fear
 Hazmatted men now fill the room
 Gathering around the bed
 Admiring a four foot coiling gleaming slug
 Blacking out from what I witnessed
 Waking up and wondering
 If what I saw was real or faked
 Or some kind of a sickly fever
 The man hovering above me
 Told me I was close to hatching
 Peering around the room again
 I saw the gore that proved it happened
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 Morbid visions
 Repeating again and I vomit in fear
 My throw up made the man recoil
 Enough for me to run away
 No relief from my escape
 The town just bore more fodder
 For my acrid canon
 Along the stretch of road before me
 Far as any eye could see
 Children strung from poles and scalped
 Their skin and hair had been removed
 Around their neck they wore a sign
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 Freeing the first that I could
 Caused them to scream
 Alerting their harvesters
 Pliers and scissors in hand
 The elderly ran
 Towards me in multiples
 Bolting into a near idling vehicle
 They chase me faster
 Than humanly possible
 As I rode away I looked down
 At the sign the child wore
 That stuck to me with clotting blood
 I peeled it from my chest and read it
 "Write the name of what you feed it
 In the chalk made of their bone
 On the brick where it lay dreaming
 And see your future"
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 Panic breathing
 I can feel it
 Crawling in me
 Breaking my water
 I grab a pen and as I fade
 I write the burned in memories
 Of my canon
 Acrid canon
 Of my canon
 Acrid canon
 I pound on the horn
 And beg not to give birth to it
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 This thing is in me, the Boanet's growing
 The Boanet's growing
 The thing is in me, the Boanet's growing
 The Boanet's growing
 The thing is in me, the Boanet's growing
 The Boanet's growing
 The thing is in me, the Boanet's growing
 The Boanet's growing
 The Boanet is coming out