Abortion
This child being able to think nowNo one knows how
They pull his little legs one by one
Until they are all done
A little infant waiting to be born
But now his legs and arms are torn
He puts his hand up to try to stop it
In her belly he throws a little fit
Not wanting to die
Deep inside starting to cry
There is nothing the little unborn baby can do
His death is because of you
This sight tarring apart a little baby
His pain you cannot see
This little baby never witnessing birth
You have chose to place him out of this earth
You are a murderer can you see
Or at least you are one to me
Poetry by Dark Angel
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Written on 2006-11-22 at 22:57
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by Dark AngelLatest textsOh Heavenly FatherTragic September 11,2001 ..Sorry... Untitled I |
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