An ode to my descandant

"My child will know that deception and rage can be codified". My child will know he was brainstormed, he'll know that in this skull continent two men can't sit around an Oak tree fire and talk of crossing genitals, he'll know that the law allows that, however. Well you see, he's the chosen one, a naturally breast fed young aware giant! The flesh on his back defines, like a broken mirror, green. My child will know that, The Almighty gave our ancestors the wisdom to acknowledge life must be a gift from our descendants.

My child will run his life in his own tracks but in the lane of what Omega purports. My nasciturus already knows how boxes are just logistics for the myopic faithless.

He is, yet, the defender of the faithless, he's is my guardian, he inspired strength in his Father's weak anatomy, his fierce kick surpassing the mother's placenta x-rayd his wisdom, from the womb he knelt and seeked His word! My child is an modern mortal being. My Child is me, I am my son