Fruit of an aimless act

He thought it was just for fun
Three minutes of pleasure then he'd come
Then he'd go
His freedom intact
But nature has another aim
Life begets life through that act

Inanimate semen released without aim
Oozes with the juices of life
And though it shoots forwards
A bearing weight shoots backwards
You're chained to the fruits of your act

The accidental life created
Through an aimless act of fun
Has channelled a new dimension
Begotten in a son

Destiny jumped at you
And handed you an unexpected gift
Who are you to walk away
From what is ordained
You cannot undo it
Only pretend it didn't happen

Are you ready
To step up to the plate
And hold your fate
In loving embrace?
Or will you whimper away
Lost to the mystery of destiny?

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