Slaughter of the Innocent

A month before my life began A man decked out in robes of black Gave the world the chance to end My life before its start. What is this strange philosophy Predicated on convenience That made the choice of death for me Before I drew first breath? It seems I had no choice in this No rights debated or applied In this death crazed society My choices all were nullified. This holocaust of mans fierce pride These death camps disinfected rooms Tear from my body whatever needs Proved righteous motivation. Were you in the "Well of Souls" When God first called my name? Equipping me with traits and talents Holy omniscience in grace supplied. Life created within a garden Placed to live in paradise When tempted to revolt, Failed in the choice to glorify. So it goes through all of creation Mans dominion proclaimed freewill Leads down the path toward its own end. Leaving in its wake A blackened lifeless scorched creation This age of foolish pride Has chosen its own ending, Beginning with my life.