10-20-04
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To think we’d ever see the day From coast to coast and bay to bay On flute a song of death is sung As one by one we kill our young
To kill like this, our hearts are cold |
I should've put in punctuation, but it felt more dramatic without it. I originally just drew the picture and wrote the poem alongside it. I feel very strongly about abortion. My mother first told me what it was (because I was foolish enough to ask) on my tenth birthday, which sent me into a ten-minute-long crying fit for those poor babies (and believe me, I am not fond of babies). Right, mother's right to choose (aka mother's right to kill a baby she doesn't want)? What about the baby's right to live? What about the right of that little woman inside her to choose? It sickens me. At any rate, the reason I used the phrase "Spirit of the Age," is because Biblically the Spirit of the Age is the spirit of death that calls for the sacrifice of children.
Good song to listen to about this, in my opinion, is Michael Card's "Spirit of the Age" on the album "The Final Word" which, yes, was published loooong before I was born.