Procreation Abnegation

New life child, Age old trial.
Their eyes speak, help them DIE!!
Procreate, ease your fate. Our eyes speak, help us DIE!! Time on the wall, Smiles: Where have these
faces gone? Down hill dawn. Child on the way, Please: Take care of my fading life. Bare my strife. Why should we continue and feed the flame. Selfish need, bred to ease.
When will it end. Child, empty instinct, No Way! Please!, be there when you die. Hold my hand, Fade! Copulate, ease your fate, Procreate! Give the youth, more than what you had, more emptiness!