Love beyond comprehension
Hate, a gift from on high
Life begins at conception
Blame will last til you die
Praise be, the unborn wonder
miraculous fruit of the loin
Newborn? Oh well, not my problem
Once they’re born they can go to hell
Fuck the children, but feed the womb
Love beyond comprehension
Hate, a gift from on high
Life begins at conception
Blame will last til you die
Happy shall he be that
dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
Glowing with precious predictions
A holy time that ends when it’s born
Pro-life means pro birth, but
after that she’s just a whore
Go again.
We need more children to build us an army,
but not on our dime. That’s your contribution
Fuck the children, but feed the womb