Abort Poems - Poems about Abort

Rights we are born into are being stripped. Ability to plan one’s parenthood is ripped. By replacing mid-election a progressive. With this barbaric right wing repressive. Our American families will be disrupted. Since the Supreme Court was corrupted. The toxic volcano Coney-Barrett erupted. Causing family choices to be interrupted. People assume it’s a...

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recked but pay no heed and through the wood's to a gas station though some path witch thought it was warning thick and dark couldn't have caught me a rock 25 yard's to the left it was early and they were on brunch the stand still stood off silent not even a twig snap in sight...

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Abort me not What's the thought was I was brought Electrified turbulent sequences Triggers action imaginative Visionary dreams of scheme Abort me not A way of things I am bothered electrified a promise Attilating spark a due process Created by spiritual goodness or enraged by sin I am co-created by God man and woman Alas a human-baby A...

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supply running short lacked having any support we had to abort...

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Fornicator you believe in abortion Adulterer you believe in abortion Rapist do you believe in abortio Father God has kissed your nose your lips blew his life essence Into your tiny chest He created you Instantly for it takes God man and a woman to create a human being Always Always it's a choice Yet you believe...

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The harder I fight, the stronger they wield The sharper their knives, the thicker my shield The louder their shouts, the deeper my scream Reality theirs, —all time but a dream The moment they chose, my spirit was gone Their words uninvited, dead verse to a song That plays a reunion, a reckoning of sorts Whose...

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To Exhort and Never Abort Why should God's mission we want to abort When He is the one who we should exhort Come to Him with faith and in always believe So as Savior can welcome as well as receive. Message to me is loud, clean and complete One day with God in heaven we will meet Arrive in heaven and Him...

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Prolicide bloody babies thrown in a bucket ...

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30 minutes that’s all you got Just 30 minute to live and to die You have no experience with anything Except breathing and seeing What would you save? What could you save? Your mind is undeveloped Your senses just begin to tingle You can’t communicate except to cry You have seen maybe 10 faces Were do you take these when you die Did Jesus stop by...

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A child of mine was not to be, because of sinful deeds; A life of fun & frolic too, I missed the lines between the two; For mother & child is brilliant news, as long as none was between fun; I caught the tear with the fear that mother and child were hapless few. Conniving me, planned my plea...

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