Birth Of Abortion

"The pain of the razor blade thorns moved deep into her soul as she got back up to relax on the ripped and broken couch. She had aborted a life to save it from the inhuman and tragic life it was to live under her. For she knew that her tomorrow hoped it would never dawn for the anguish she had faced on that day failed to be predicted yesterday by the ancient prophets and anointed seers. For one of the infinite tragedies that had blessed her was that she was looking for scraps to fill her stomach which resulted in filling her womb."

Her body was in anguish, and her heart was wailing but she had peace of mind through all this pain. She had successfully aborted a life to save it from having a life like hers. She then haphazardly lay on the ripped and broken couch to console her wailing heart, for her heart felt guilty to have taken part in a senseless and selfish murder that her mind had convinced it to be love. For if she were to give birth, the child would have had no life but would be alive. As she lay on the ripped and broken couch whilst looking up to the demised ceiling that could collapse on her, she saw a facial figure of a baby that was identical to her but could not tell its gender. The child she had aborted was above her, gazing into the eyes of her soul and pleading for an explanation on why she murdered it before it could have its first breath.

She began to mumble her explanation, "Look at what I call home? Look at me? Look at what I am becoming? It is difficultly impossible for me to take care of myself and you had faith that I could take care of you? I see a future in the past not a future of possibilities for yesterday was the day that I thought I would have a bright future but I found myself planning on aborting a life so that in the future when I reminiscence I do not have regrets of giving birth to a child that burdened my past, present and dim future. When you came into my womb I was scrapping for scraps to fill my stomach, not my womb. So just like digestive waste, I excreted you out for being a burden to my void and loaded soul."

The baby above her began to float uncontrollably and came face to face with its murderer. It had an identical voice to that of its mother who was. It began to give out its verdict," Firstly, I have critically observed what you call a home and it could not be a home to you but it could have sheltered me from being a homeless spirit or child. Secondly, I have objectively analyzed you and you could have taken the responsibility for me but you chose to abort the responsibility that would have radically evolved you to become stronger within your heart and given your heart the ability to give your mind wisdom, not polarized intelligence. You are becoming what you will hate with a rooted passion and you have always despised yourself yet neglected the free grace to transform you. Now you have annihilated my future for you indoctrinated yourself to believe and exist in a past that never 

was and never would be. You lusted to have your stomach filled with 

indigestible scraps then failed to fall in love with working hard to sufficiently feed yourself and your offspring. If I were to fail to give you hope for the future, I would have given you faith to believe in my future."

At hearing the words of a child that she had birthed through abortion her heart went into a coma and she fell from the ripped and broken couch onto the cement floor that was half tiled whilst the other half was bare ground infested with razor blade thorns. Whilst her heart was in a coma and her body suffering whilst lying on the razor blade thorns her mind gave the aborted child the intellectual wisdom it would never have and never had, "You would have been sheltered but with what? Taken care of for what and how? You illogically mumbled of a future and ignored the truthful fact that tomorrow hopes that it never dawns for today's anguish failed to be predicted yesterday by the ancient prophets and anointed seers. Even if these ancient prophets and anointed seers did predict the future they saw no hope in communicating about it. I also had planned my future and then plotted how I would escalate myself to success but it was turned into a vision that I could only see in a dream. I had to independently feed myself for those responsible for feeding me were dependents to a laborer's slave. If I were in a different environment with a productive society it would have been a blessing to have two children at the same time but then look at what my environment has made me become in this society. I became a colonized slave to many different masters and their mistresses to independently feed myself with scraps. I do not know which master or mistress was to be your father. Your birth would have been the tragic demise of my hope for both my past and future. You might believe that I might be selfish and heartless but look at where my 

body is lying. This is not a house nor a slum, neither is it a home nor a shelter. It could not be a habitat too. As much as I find comfort in the past, can you not see it is a depressed and cursed past? How could my masters and mistresses feed me if they were to see me with you or see you in me? You are the first but you are not the last but one shall be birthed. If you were to believe in the past what would you envision? Either way, I pleasure the curses of this life." The pain of the razor blade thorns moved deep into her soul as she got back up to relax on the ripped and broken couch. She had aborted a life to save it from the inhuman and tragic life it was to live under her. 

The voice of the child it had aborted began to become loud as the face began to fade out. The child began to wail its words out," You could have given birth to me and dumped me by the Social Welfare Department. You could have delivered me to the doorstep of any Church of your choice or a Preacher's home. You could have left me in front of a dumpster. You could have blessed me if you left me at the gate of a wealthy but remorseful family. You could have birthed me in a private clinic and then disappeared during the night instead of aborting me as if you gave me life. I am the first you aborted but I shall torment you for eternity, even if you find peace with yourself with me you have an infinite war, not battle. I will viciously ravage and plague you spiritually, for physically and mentally you are an utter chaotic disaster. You could have taken care of me with the aid of either any of your masters and mistresses but you selfishly preserved it for yourself the aid to cure the eternal spiritual war I have waged against you is beyond the price of the death of your soul." The voice went silent and the face disappeared as if it never existed. 

She put her hand to her chest to feel her heart but the eyes could see that the place where her heart had been located had become void. Her body relieved itself of the pain of abortion but her soul still felt the sharp pain of the razor blade thorns. Her

mind was at peace and she told herself, "If I could do it again, I would abort triplets."