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Murder Without a Conscience

Please forgive me Lord for murdering my children. My heart is flooding with tears. I’m sorry – Lord I’m so sorry Why did it take so many years? They weren’t even real to me Lord Not until today. Oh God, I’m so sorry I really don’t know what to say. Lord, those were my babies! I didn’t give them a chance. Murder was part of my lifestyle. It was just another dance. Lord, I know you’ve already forgiven me. Please help me to forgive myself. Please help me to stop some mother From murdering somebody else. Lord! Lord! Lord! I’m sorry! I can hear my babies cry. They never got to call me mommy And they don’t understand why.

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Rico Leffanta

Date: 12/16/2021 10:34:00 AM

God tells you in Genesis 2:7 that life does not begin until the breath of life is inhaled, and in Matthew 18:9, "If thy eye offend thee, pluck it out!" so no murder has been committed according to your God, and scripture! Rejoice, Joyce! Your God wants you to be happy!

Rico Leffanta
Date: 12/17/2021 10:13:00 AM

Also, please keep in mind that every State and member of WHO requires an infant to breathe before it is declared to be a "Live Birth", so how can anyone "murder" what is not alive?