Unborn Children

Fatal love

Love is life, love creates more love and lives
Love comes from life, love exists for new life
New lives come from love. Life is life and love

Not every time. Some of the love is strange fakes
Life interest, flirtatiousness, spiritual oppression
Lust of power, arrogance, spiritual destruction 
Spiritual destruction with love; my dead children

My dead children are victims of Euthanasia
My fatal love destroyed my life; unburned children
Directly created life situation by EN psychology
My fatal love is really happy - she is Euthanasia

Hmm. But I don’t give up. I don’t give up
Life always gives me new and new choices
I will find someone, who gives me lives
Lives, what are us, and our future from the past

Love, love, family, family, children, children
I am praying. God will answer - No Euthanasia.
I loved a lady in Watford, a killer soul. Euthanasia. 
She killed my years, my life, my children, my desire.

Hmm, Fatal love
Hmm, fake love
Hmm, It’s deleted.

God, give me…
A new love
Health love.
Lives come
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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