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Abortion
written by Genocide Reaper06:01 PM 2/13/05| Over looking all these banners and bumper stickers. They make me sick. Like you. Pro life pukes. So eager to jump into some ones life and give directions. Much to nosey to be living, in my personal fucking opinion. The lucky die in their youth. The cursed die old and alone. Placed in a money making home. Forced to live out their days suffering. Lives that come from the result of rape should be removed before they are given the thought of birth, this would be for the better, and no matter how hard you fucking finger pointers deny it. Its the truth. Iv got a slogan for all of you Christian's and life lovers. "If its not in your womb, or not your kid. Shut the fuck up and worry with your own." All life is not precious! Some life was created from a soul wrenching sickness. Not all life needs to be given a chance! I say place the tiny little heads at the point of a lance! Let the Demons dance! There is no fate, its called free will. therefore, destiny for all living creatures does not exist. And those taken back by death are blessed. |
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Yes, I'm pro death pro choice what ever you want to fucking call it.
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