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    dots Submission Name: Barterdots

    Author: Doublefeather
    Elite Ratio:    3.5 - 71/61/33
    Words: 187
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    A woman has the liberty to kill her flesh and blood,
    Whatís been made by sperm and egg is not considered life,
    In fact itís considered to be trash and thrown away by doctorís knife,
    Her childís blood is on their hands I hope this is understood,

    On the motherís, nurseís, and doctorís,
    Their hands are now cursed,
    All because some lazy teenage mother, wanted to solve her problem by her purse,
    She pays the beast and his cursed assistant and walks out the door, only to go lie with another,

    So each year millions murdered by abominable ways,
    And yes it is murder,
    Because when the egg was fertilized, he became my brother,
    And the way his life was taken, not even brutes would murder him in such a way,

    So now I stand,
    May my voice be heard,
    Like the violent, but truthful cry of a dying bird,
    And if I have not drawn you to the side of right, then consider this, if you were treated in such a way, you would not be a living man.

    Submitted on 2008-11-23 01:08:17     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    hit him up. he's a big fan of this sort of thing.

    hope it helped.
    | Posted on 2009-01-26 00:00:00 | by trouble | [ Reply to This ]

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