People can be so cruel
                          But the blessed Lord they'll not fool 
                                 They'll get their rewards
                             For the beauty they destroyed
                             the laughter they surpressed
                            the cries they choked to death
                    the love they denied,to better their life style
                         the life of the blessed Unborn child.

                                  Life is brought to death
                                as death is brought to life 
                                  A cycle with a reason
                               though its pupose unknown.
                                A flower grows to beauty
                              Then withers turning brown,
                               But its roots refuse to die
                           bringing new life from the ground.
                        So then are we-like flowers in the wild
                           But the roots have been Crushed
                                   For the Unborn child.

                    God alone giveth life-as He can taketh away
                                 But man in his evilness
                                  created his own way
                                    To destroy a life 
                             Just awakened to the dawn
                                 How I cry,  How I love
                              The blessed child Unborn.

                          And as the slaughter of Gods life
                             is proclaimed "JUSTIFIED"
                           What hope lies within the fate
                              Of the UNBORN CHILD.
                                      (copywrite:#40 Mea.)
                                 
                                                 

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