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Enveloped within the Womb, the Fetus ***** her thumb; Unaware that very soon, her life will come undone. - Her mother doesn't want her, or believes that she's alive; All that she believes in, are Satan's filthy lies. - This Fetus has ten fingers, and ten l'il toes; Her mother's deep, blue eyes, and daddy's botton nose. - Her eyelashes  are black, as is the hair on her head; It is not her own fault, that mommy wants her dead. - And so walks in the Doctor, scalpel in his hand; He digs around within the Womb, Mother's little plan. - Now when the scalpel meets her arms, it slices the right one off; Through all the pain this Fetus feels, this child is thinking, "STOP!" - It slices and dices this Fetus up, until there is nothing left; Then Jesus takes her by the hand, this one who was Heaven sent.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
-HEAVEN SENT-
Enveloped within the Womb, the Fetus ***** her thumb; Unaware that very soon, her life will come undone. - Her mother doesn't want her, or believes that she's alive; All that she believes in, are Satan's filthy lies. - This Fetus has ten fingers, and ten l'il toes; Her mother's deep, blue eyes, and daddy's botton nose. - Her eyelashes  are black, as is the hair on her head; It is not her own fault, that mommy wants her dead. - And so walks in the Doctor, scalpel in his hand; He digs around within the Womb, Mother's little plan. - Now when the scalpel meets her arms, it slices the right one off; Through all the pain this Fetus feels, this child is thinking, "STOP!" - It slices and dices this Fetus up, until there is nothing left; Then Jesus takes her by the hand, this one who was Heaven sent.
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
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