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Where will the blood of the children you kill lay to rest?
On your hands.
Their silent cries fade away into a forgotten darkness.
So what if you were used.
Does that give you the right to kill?
If adoption were an option, would you take it?
Can't you see it is?
The person inside melts away to an endless nothing in your mind.
A lie told in schools just to make you happy.
They die because of a selfish plea.
You call it a choice?
I call it murder!
Murder is the same before or after birth.
Will you kill them like a pagan practice?
Ripping apart a family before it even starts.
You throw their souls on a fire of an evil altar.
God will forgive these evil deeds.
To take life is hate.
To give is beautiful.
Beautiful life taken away.
