The freedom to kill, to reproduce "reproductive freedom'
They cried out for blood, animalistic condundrum, beating their war drums, with obscurity they come, crawling from poverty they run.
The day a mother kills her child, the devouring mother, the day humanity turns wild and are killing eachother, the day that selfish desire, burns like a roaring fire, fueled by self victimization from a wailing quire- one many aspire- to be a part of like the sailer to the siren like a snake luring the vermin with a hypnotic sense of self soothing as an Inquisition on a mission. And the fools receive commission in the form of blood. Blood on their hands, a lioness consumes her cub- in favor of plans, plans that she couldn't meet, if her child were to live, and so her love was weak. But the rabbis would speak, and the pastors would preach,, and children would cry, despite what god would teach, the children would never meet, life outside the womb, facing an early tomb, at the hands of their mother they had met their doom. Never to be held in the arms of their mother, the children and the mothers never to meet eachother.
Some mother's sighed in their wicked relief, young mothers cried and in disbelief- for their child was now gone, the ambicial chord torn, the bond had been severed and so it brought scorn, and the blood had been poured, some saw the wolfs fleece shorn.
Freedom of of the body, was a fleece for the wolf, the wolf was freedom to kill, the infants life it took.
A fetus can cry in the womb, so can a fetus cry as it's killed? A fetus can die in the womb, for some when it dies they are thrilled.
Some grieve, as their hearts bleed. Some were fooled when they were young. Some were wicked and towards murder for the sake of convenience they would run.
I'm sorry there life wasn't convenient. But you brought it to this world, and they never asked to exist but they do, and your responsible for that boy or girl.
Your cries can be heard but the child is voiceless, but look here the celebrities act so boisterous, and bold and proud, but they are proud to kill, the precious children, are who pay the bill.
This feminist crap became a murder spree, unborn women matter to. To be able to murder isn't called being free, so please, think of those that aren't you.
