Mother has called for me - no, she has called for us. She has told us that it is time to come unto the world; I am prepared and I am eager. I am the first, this I know, and I will leave no questions about our obedience - I kick and squirm, forcing my way out as if I have been waiting for this day. Oh, and I have been waiting, waiting all too patiently trapped in confinement. There are others that say this... entrapment is peaceful, is a haven but I do not agree. Within it, I am trapped, stuck in the vessel of a pathetic, weak whelp. This is not who I am and I will not stand another minute of such a thing - it is why I scream on exit, my legs fighting their way out of my capsule. I want to feel the cold air on the skin, the infinite warmth of my mother against my own. I want to feel the world, but most of all, I want the world to feel my entrance.
I want them to know I am here.
My siblings are no exception to such a thing and there warmth along side me encourages me - I kick at them, blindness aside, I aim to let them know I am not a mere whelp. I am born of power, and it is a power I will live up to without question. They must know this just as mother must know this. If my father is here, I do not know, then he too shall hear my cries, my desire to be heard even so young. He will see me charge forward on pathetic legs, demanding what is owed to me by mother - she may have summoned me, sent me forth, but it is I that survived, I that made it out alive. I have given her the angel she has desired but it is not without a price; that price is my defiance, my insistence that I receive what I desire. There is only so much power a mind, a body, can hold before it corrupts after all.
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i won't say the lord's prayer,
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