Abortion of Twisted Minds
The church judged my abortion
now it is my turn
crusades killed thousands
for Jesus
then Native Americans were slaughtered
in the name of Jesus
all for the almighty
I, who cried for the death of one
as they rejoiced the death
of many
Dedicated to my sister, the kindest person I know.
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