Anti-Abortion, poem by life Pro: unprecedented, Unborn, Unspeakable

Who are these children

Descend...

Almost down?

Life

Was defined

On the move.

On a track.

Increasing of the time.

Then arrested.

Denied,

Interrupted.

Tell him

No other way.

Company Haines

Enlightenment is few of worldwide

Dark.

Brutally.

And timely.

Rise from countless,

You have been

If she was murdered.

We have seen

Records of ultrasound

People just...

I want to say, fetus.

They open their mouths,

What is called

And Flex

Instruments of death

(some reflex mechanism of y.)

But we

The danger

Experienced,

We always knew that

The specimen of the fetus

Cannot

In reality

Shouting.

You're UNHEARD,

Cursed, silent UNBORN

For your lack of capacity of the floor.

Your pitiful lack of power politics,

Or no power,

And

For our simple determination

Not hear.

And if we do

What we do

You,

Every day

Each turn,

Autour de l'Horloge,

With or without excuse.

In the name of choice.

As if there is no other choice

In our land of overabundance of choices.

Or to otherwise whatsoever.

It does not matter.

We kill you

Individually

And you slaughter

By tens of millions.

We need to look at,

Really,

The scene;

Taste, smell,

Memory until

Absolute abomination:

Piecemeal, dismemberment

Suction on the brain

Finish off any of the live-births,

Industrial burners

Trade of harvest of the fetus.

INDESCRIBABLE,

Unspeakable things, they are

That we are

For the most disadvantaged,

More adorable

Among us.

By, not least, a partnership

Doctors,

Swore that save lives.

And moms

Babies!

"It was better for him."

Jesus says:

"That a millstone were hanged.

On his neck.

And he cast into the sea.

That he should offend

"One of these small".

How many times is our merciful Lord

Use these ruthless words?

Severity is this SIN?

Save our little fatty Angels

Presents the precious to God.

Save us.

We are splashing ourselves

With the blood

Of the most innocent

Of killing

Our own souls.

We can still hear

If we try.

If only one woman or man,

Judgments and listening,

Listens and stops.

Touch than her!

The baby is shouting.

And,

But a little later.

The baby is gurgling.

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