The victims of these times,
lies in our murderous hands.
We take what we don't want,
given to us, by the law of the land.

Sentenced to death,
as they're pulled under the knife.
You're under their blood,
as you take your infant's life.

Why do they choose to take part
in this bloody massacre, this brutal attack?
Irresponsibility is the killer,
as they foolishly turn their back.

Innocent blood that they have spilt,
hangs upon over their vary head.
Taking a life that's not even theirs,
the shame that rains blood drops of red.

In their selfishness, in their cruelty,
shows you not an ounce of love.
After all of this pain has ended,
you will reign with the Father above.

I can't stand what you have done,
but there is forgiveness for you.
Call upon the Lord Jesus Christ,
ask Him in your life,
that's all you have to do.

(See you all on the other side.)

10/2/96

theflannelman@hotmail.com


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