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In the age of technology
Excessive “comfort”
And sterility
the female baby making-machine
Who is treated much more like a factory than a human being
Is set up on her hospital bed
Connected to monitors as if her portal of divinity can
be read

Swollen with new life
the threshold through which light has sprung from the dead
She is injected with synthetic hormones
And pumped with enough drugs to silence
Her needs and her moans
Like a crime scene
Taped up to IV’s
Surrounded by ppl in uniform and overbearing lights
Because birth has become
Pathologized — to the globalists, a disease
In a country where population reduction is the underlying theme

And the passageway for babies
moreso
Production line
With each pregnant woman
Treated EXACTLY alike, as though
ridden in imperfections and disabled by design

Vacuums and metal forceps have replaced human touch
The hands in which babies were once caught
Are now dressed in rubber gloves
Otherwise they have been bolted to the wall,
For all to be controlled by the Man’s ticks and its tocks
As nature has been surrendered to the hands of a clock
Because doctors would rather work a nine to five
And tear the baby out of its cocoon
To make it home in time for the game
and a fresh brew

Not to mention
The woman
Trained so well by society
To believe herself inadequate
Or rather just a bag of bones
Wrapped up in pretty packaging
Brainwashed to choose
The elective caesarian
“Britney spears didn’t give a vaginal birth
So what makes you think that I can?”
The vanity of wanting to keep the
Birthing hole tight
results in newborn eyes opening
to the carvings of a knife
Babies born in trauma
cut away from their momma
Bear this burden for the rest of their life

The system is built upon fear and on guilt
Don’t give in to the oppressive
Whom only help you
to feel helpless
And demand your dependence on the Machine
Under the illusion of being free
we must reclaim our birthing power
You are not a factory for their agenda
We don’t pull apart the petals of a flower
Before it is ready to bloom
So Women, don’t EVER again let the system
Try to pick apart your womb.