Joyce Dale Poet Rhyme

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 December 16, 2021 at 10:34 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 December 17, 2021 at 10:13 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?