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Cloying blackness |
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Within the womb |
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Unwanted child's |
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Fleshly tomb |
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Umbilicus |
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A weaven choke |
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Hung in time |
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Frail neck is broke |
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Aborted form's |
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Placenta shroud |
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Writhe in untold fear |
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Suffer not this child to live |
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Awash in bitter tears |
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Eternally they're cast |
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In a sea of feculence |
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Sound the flatline knell |
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Bloodied noose, a cold embrace |
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Salted out of life's chance |
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Lost souls disarrayed |
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What never was, can never be |
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Grotesque we betrayed |
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Mortal remains |
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Now just burning embers |
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It cuts both ways |
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For all those dismembered |
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Carbonised by fire |
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Burning flames of hate |
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Guilty in a blinkered court |
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Destruction child's play |
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Beaten derewcts on the brink of death |
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There's no requiem |
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Nothingness is what remains |
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No chance to live again |
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(* This is a kind of anti-abortion song. |
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Have you ever wondered what happens |
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to an aborted foetus? Well it gets cast |
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into its own hell to await death by hanging |
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at the end of all creation. The hangman's |
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noose is made from all the weaved umbilicus |
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cords from the unwanted children. *) |
