"The alive is knocking to the world I am its gate of the world. I body It hammers It hits by head The ivory gate is trembling The gate is maintained. It does not open Maybe it should leave Restrain Understand the sign Warning Maybe there is no need Maybe it is not worth it Nothing can be stopped The body is ruled by force It shrinks, stretches It twists, shakes, distend The alive tries to tear the body apart It explodes from the inside I am the surrounding body The gate of the world I am what it wants to tear The curved gate can not withstand pressure It opens, opens slightly Rim slide apart Not enough to let the alive leave But enough to make it feel the streak of the world Let it know Let it look through the crack While there is still time The time has come The alive rolls in a soft canal In the mucus and blood It drinks the mucus of initiation I am its slippery path The bloody path of the world It understood It goes back Draw air! Push! Harder! Not on belly! Push towards the anus! Like towards poop. Draw air! Push towards down! This is not pushing! Even the sphincter does not become bulgy. Hard, push harder! Harder! More harder! Do not push! Do not push! Do not push, I say! Pant like a dog! The alive turns its head. Li, li, li, li, laj, Blue Heir."