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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.

They never want anything from her,
until they come to her door;
And when they leave, her tender heart bleeds,
for there's nothing they want, once more.
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Even though she is young, she remembers,
the shame and guilt they have brought;
She blames herself for their mistakes,
and she wishes that she were not.
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Each night since she can remember,
their nightly ritual's go on;
They climb in bed beside her,
she wonders what she's done wrong.
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With roaming hands, they touch her,
in places that make her feel weak;
She utters not a single word,
she can't find the words to speak.
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They continue to touch this child,
she endures this in heartache and pain;
"Adult Games," they call their playtime;
as the child lies there in shame.
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And when at last they're finished,
they leave her alone in the night;
She doesn't know what just happened,
she just ***** her thumb as she cries.

In a pit far hotter then Hell,
Satan's fate doth lie within;
And when this wicked world's over
God will then throw Satan in.
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Into that lake of Fire and Brimstone,
also known as the Pits of Hell;
This is Beelzebub's destiny,
and he knows this, all too well.
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Yet before this time will come,
he's seeking those to devour;
Trying to harm God's Creations,
believing he has much more power.
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But woe to Satan upon that day,
when God's had more than enough;
'Tis then the Devil will realize,
his kingdom will then come undone.
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His empire will certainly crumble,
as if in a major Earthquake;
Satan will tremble in utter fear,
his Demons will quiver and shake.
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The words of God will be fulfilled,
when He cast Satan into that fire;
And within that Lake, he will remain,
no hope for this Beast and his liars.
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And as they burn, their knees shall bow,
as each of their tongues shall confess;
That Jesus Christ is the Lord of Lords,
this truth they will surely profess!

I thought I'd given more to God,
then what I actually had;
Until  the Devil buffeted me,
reminding me of my past.
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I sat and thought about my sins,
falling short of the Glory of God;
So on bended knee, I asked the Lord,
to forgive me for all of my wrongs.
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Each hurtful thing I'd ever done,
came with a flood back to me;
I felt such guilt consume my Soul,
it felt like I'd ne'er be free.
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How could God ever forgive me,
for the sinful things I'd done wrong;
My Faith seemed to be lacking,
I'd lost my Spiritual song.
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So on bended knee I quickly fell,
my face turned downward in shame;
I begged the Lord to forgive me,
and I rightfully took all the blame.
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Then a Peace that I had never known,
filled every place in me;
Jesus then said, "You are forgiven,
and I've cast your sins in the Sea.
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Do the very best that you can,
and I'll help you along the way;
For you are one of my Children,
and I'm always here, should you stray."

As I lay awake one evening,
with thoughts speeding through my head;
I knew sleep was evading me,
so I wrote this poem instead.
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It did not come quite easily,
as the poems I've penned before;
But I knew that I had much to say,
so I continued to write some more.
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I lacked an idea or topic,
was I penning this poem in vain;
Then I began to contemplate,
the sun, the moon, and the rain.
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Deep within my troubled Soul,
Christ Jesus came to my mind;
He who created the moon to glow,
and the sun in the Heavens to shine.
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He calmed the storm with His hand,
as He calms the storms in my life;
He made a miraculous Rainbow,
and the stars to twinkle at night.
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I then began to see Jesus,
in the trees, the grass, and the sky;
Thus I began to see clearly,
God's handiwork in my own life.

Bare feet in the sand,
as it squishes neath my toes.
I love the Ocean!

It was early in the Morning,
when he strolled through the door;
She hit him with her baseball bat,
and he landed on the floor.
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"How dare he do this to me,"
she uttered, 'neath her breath;
"I'll fix his little wagon,
and he'll ne'er do this again."
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She stared down at her husband,
whom she could not live with;
Just knowing that he was cheating,
made her troubled heart go limp.
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When at last his Funeral ended,
she cried as she walked away;
The guilt that she was feeling,
was more then she could take.
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Yet still no one e'er knew,
it was her that welded the bat;
Home was peaceful and quiet,
something she never did have.