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She never wanted to be a Mom, and now her life is nothing but wrong; What will she tell everyone she knows, maybe she'll wait until she shows? ~ The Fetus who slumbers in her Womb, one day will be running out of room; She must Abort this one in her, for shame she simply can't endure. ~ She makes an appointment at the clinic, know one must know, no one must see; She arrives the next day, still so unaware, that her Fetus is growing, lots of hair. ~ They lay her on a Hospital bed, where soon the Fetus will be dead; The Doctor inserts a clear, long tube, where it wreaks havoc, within the Womb. ~ The baby moves away from it, it feels like she has just been bit; Upon her face, there is a scowl, it's much too late to turn back now. ~ The hose clamps on to her very, small hand, the Fetus can't cope, nor understand; It pulls the hand right off the arm, yet Mother thinks she did no harm. ~ Next it grabs onto her hip, and her tiny leg begins to rip; Emersed in pain, she pulls away, she'll not live to see another day. ~ At last it latches onto her head, the heartbeat stops, this child is dead; She smiles, her reputation intact, a conscience is one thing she lacks.
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
~NO CONSCIENCE~
She never wanted to be a Mom, and now her life is nothing but wrong; What will she tell everyone she knows, maybe she'll wait until she shows? ~ The Fetus who slumbers in her Womb, one day will be running out of room; She must Abort this one in her, for shame she simply can't endure. ~ She makes an appointment at the clinic, know one must know, no one must see; She arrives the next day, still so unaware, that her Fetus is growing, lots of hair. ~ They lay her on a Hospital bed, where soon the Fetus will be dead; The Doctor inserts a clear, long tube, where it wreaks havoc, within the Womb. ~ The baby moves away from it, it feels like she has just been bit; Upon her face, there is a scowl, it's much too late to turn back now. ~ The hose clamps on to her very, small hand, the Fetus can't cope, nor understand; It pulls the hand right off the arm, yet Mother thinks she did no harm. ~ Next it grabs onto her hip, and her tiny leg begins to rip; Emersed in pain, she pulls away, she'll not live to see another day. ~ At last it latches onto her head, the heartbeat stops, this child is dead; She smiles, her reputation intact, a conscience is one thing she lacks.
I watched a video on a live abortion. It had such a sorrowful impact on me. My prayer is that these words, while graphic, may save but one baby's life.
#fetus#abortion#pain#conscience#child#dead
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59/F/IL
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
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