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Crazy kids go around giving in for free, not feeling passion towards reality and lying to
their parents, thinking they are so right on their thought’s knowing deep inside they are
wrong, there's no turning back after that, then they choose abortion, (Murder) The
innocent who didn't has an idea of what happened, who came by free for a better tomorrow,
I know is none of my business, but is hard to stare at those sluts who are standing there
killing what messiah gave for better chances, those girls are reckless, careless towards
what they are doing, knowing they are exposing to the dark light of Olympus the child's of
dead less sands, what if im the one who want her to abort it, im sure im gonna be the bad
guy who don’t care at all about life, what if im the one who picks up an axe and start to
dismember her myself kept alive in a state of disorder, im sure im gonna pay the prize, im
not sure if im right or wrong, im just sure of who I am, no one have ever stood a chance
for when I know truth, now I know murder, I guess is all I see, my friends and family,
such a tradition on killing child's away for fun, too bad I survive now, if I was aborted
back then maybe they didn’t had the problem now of having to hear and read my screaming
truth, imp sure they will perish, soon enough before I die, I know is incomplete, I know
is a string broken to the god everyone worship’s, but how does a child dies in vane,
because the one who was suppose to bring it to live decided to go to hell and sell it away
by murder, what are they thinking when the knifes are cutting in, what are they feeling
when piece by piece the corpse of the new born is been ripped out of their heaven, funny
when mom is lied and dad is deceived by the act of murder, I wonder, if they were in that
position, how would they feel? I guess nobody cares anymore about how they kill tomorrow
slowly with murder, dismembered before meeting the world, agonize today to die tomorrow,
it’ll then, we are left in state of questioning.
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