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My anger and sadness won't cease in each new day satan taking the Unborn's lease, but not of my say For I can but only speak and appeal to your soul These, God's most weak and what's been your role 3,000 a day in this nation, but we cry for other things The weakest we shun and we'll all see what that brings That's 125 an hour, two Unborn Children every minute So how could I ever cower, how could I ever quit(on them) They are my soul you know, my sadness would bury you The carnage they won't show but then you'd know too 29 since my first sentence as I wipe tears from my eyes So wicked and immense unable to sense their own cry's See The Lord gave us all this burden some just ignore it Calling themselves women and men well that's a load of No, this is extremely clear the absolute greatest of sin But what I'd fear, against God, nobody is going to win

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Date: 2/9/2017 3:54:00 AM
The killing of the unborn has been a great pain to me too, Vincent:( sad many people don't know that it's a sin:( Your poem is strong and I stand with you:)
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