Hearts of the past,
Were joined to last.
Those of today,
Just to play.
Immediate love,
What they think of.
Procreation is not
What it is about,
If they become pregnant,
Just root it out.
The mores of a fastpaced lifestyle
Leaves no time for parenting a child,
So kill it before its birth,
Its isn't like it can put in
Its two cents worth.
Now she can start again,
with choice to begin
More fun without being a wife,
Pregnant again? What's one more life.
Freedom of choice is mine,
It wasn't yet born,
so don't whine
It was its life or my lifestyle,
I won't give it up
for the burden of a child.
On that last day,
What will you say,
"It was my choice for life."
He says, "Only I give life,
You never lived,
As mother or wife.
Depart from me,
I know you not.
My choice for you
Is Satan's lot.
You were never born through me,
So it is the lake of fire for you
For eternity.
That child you spurned,
Was to save mankind,
But you had a choice,
The wrong one to find.
Depart from me
You wicked soul,
And do enjoy
your stay in Shoel.
"Choose carefully" is good advice. Playing and paying is not only for the woman but also the man. It takes two hands to clap. Biological irony: woman vulnerable inspite of the massive strength to bear fruit and carry in her the burden for nine month and plus. Actually the whole pattern roll around the social way of life. Yes, I do agree that greater responsibilities remain with the owner of the temple. Just as greater responsibility on the pilgrim. By no way should the pilgrim father shun the purpose of his very mission, to exist in natural beautification on earth.
Huck, WOW, this is just awesome... Very well written and so much said truthfully...
Peace and Love...
Judy