Enveloped within the Womb,
the Fetus
***** her thumb;
Unaware that very soon,
her life will come undone.
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Her mother doesn't want her,
or believes that she's alive;
All that she believes in,
are Satan's filthy lies.
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This Fetus has ten fingers,
and ten l'il toes;
Her mother's deep, blue eyes,
and daddy's botton nose.
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Her eyelashes  are black,
as is the hair on her head;
It is not her own fault,
that mommy wants her dead.
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And so walks in the Doctor,
scalpel in his hand;
He digs around within the Womb,
Mother's little plan.
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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!"
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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.