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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Into your arms, we raise our lovely children lost! The innocent ones, that we raised and you created... Killed by a soul-less madman,may his judgement be swift! Forgive us, for we are horrendous killers, too! We the conscience-less, we killed far more unborn today. Seven hundred, who will never see the light of day? Our selfishness is absolutely unconscionable ! But we care not for your word, only our selfish wants. We cry for elephants, but a child’s death means but naught to us. We are led by crackpots who shake hands with the air?? And, yes, these very same, smilingly, support infanticide. And we are lied to, in the name of political power. No gun has feet or hands, an insult to human thought. But dead bodies, Lord, are gold to the politically inept! When their political power, thirsts for tragedy, from a well deserved, selfish drought. Death and Satan, today, doing a most joyful dance! For now..here is power’s golden chance. To create fear, the falsehood that guns kill. Guns are not human beings,only a human pulls the trigger. In the Judaea- Christian Bible, writ for us, it states: “Thou shalt not kill” Here on your planet, tyrants, for that is who they are.. Want to take all guns away,that won’t change our loss today. But when tyrants own all guns, they will turn them upon us, to them, absolute power loves absolute fun! Do turn this Spring day, the deepest, ebony, black! Till we start turning our backs on lies and slaughtering the unborn, so plentiful. And come back to you; and till then, we are most sinful, lost and utterly pitiful. A special place for the beautiful teachers, killed,I do beseech thee. They, like you, Lord, loved children at their knee. Alas, special people taken in May, help us heal, Lord? Of this, I fervently do pray! 5/24/2022
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