Cells divide
Master planning
Arcane future
Walls will shed
Family planning
Nature
Make a mark
I will process
You can not have control
Fear the zygote
The birth canal is barred
The way is shut!
Your flesh is just not your concern
My mitosis
You brandish your morals as if they were done from the heart
Take a knife
These beasts are arcane
Go forth and be fruitful you maggots
And lest they all spoil
Do not spare the rod on the fruit
Take a life
Save a life
Run along
Write it down
Raise it up