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Bitter tears flow from my cunt
as I lift my aborted child into the arms of death
I regret what I did
and I know I committed a terrible sin
I hope my ovaries shrivel up and die
for the evil I have done
In with the pregnant mothers
their bellies round with that little fetus
growing inside of them.
Out with the dead baby carcasses
the unborn children
ripped from their mother’s womb.
We throw the little corpses
in the dumpster out back.
The garbage man picks them up on Wednesdays.