Fatal Destiny Little Un-born child One I'll never see Because of my selfish ways I wouldn't let you be Too much going on, I thought To take good care of you, But give you up to someone else Is what I'd never do People told me it was wrong I guess I didn't care, And now I brought on to myself Great regret and much dispare I'd take it back in a heart beat For just another try, But now I guess that's too late It's time for me to die As I press the shotgun Firmly to my head, Now wishing that it could have been Me destroyed instead At that very moment I take my final breath, Knowing in my distorted mind I'm coming close to death I slowly pull the trigger The bullet penetrates, For both the baby and myself Fatal Destiny awaits.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because I am sick and tired of all the little
lost souls that are discarded to abortion.
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