Out of the latter part of day it came, the pressure, the sickness, the movement, the pain. It was the longest 45 minutes of my prime, better yet, it was the longest 45 minutes of my life time. Three trust of force and out it spawned. It was purple, no maybe green, some type of creature just borned. Their was lines on it's face, sort of slanted, somehow displaced. Those lines were its eyes-looking more foreign as it cries. It's body was wilted and covered in lard; about a minute of astonishment, I realized what it was. It was my prince, my son, my gift from above. My son, my son THANKYOU LORD..
Written by Aaron K Washinton