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>> Egg <<

I, conceptus, Bond, embodiment, Paragons' vested embryo,

Hymn, the one song ever sung, Rapt, of incubation's rotting flesh, In which my sole unfolding wrests. Ever mounting, more of doubt Unsure of shelters free of sin, Dare I rise, to let me out And breach this shell To let it in?