Abort!

Abortion
Ripping limb from limb
Abortion
Blood on your hands, a bloody sin
Abortion
Means a soul that won’t get the chance to live
And who are you to decide
That unborn baby’s life?
Who gives you the right?
To slaughter!
To murder!
To hold a heart in the palm of your hand
And throw it into a meat grinder!
How will you live with this
The blood of your own child on your hands
And if you would have thought deeper
The word that would have came to your head
would have been
Adoption
... Abortion
Should not even be an option
Unless you are willing to take your life as well!
But could you even imagine
Being ripped limb from limb
Seeing your blood stain the floor
Watching as they don’t care to stop
And then suddenly being snuffed out...
You
Are
A
Monster