Nobody
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
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2017
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