A Validation in Tears

"Would that I were wrong" I have said so many thousands of times as I have chronicled the Jackbooted march of Death down the streets and into our homes.  And I would have given an eternity of days, just to blink and it all be another way, the dignity of the Human Person honored, the barbarians turned away.

But in the halls of authority where violence has gained an acceptable name, where the governor of New York, together with witch and warlock demand sacrifices to Moloch and call it protecting rights where a dead corpse is the product, and a life stolen the result.

No sanity can ride upon this split second from "right and legal" to murder, no common sense endure such barbarity called CIVIL.  A civil right you say, to snuff out a baby in the womb, and even more heartless, puncture its skull and suck out it brain as it struggles to be born soon. Nay, even with with its head appearing between his mother's thighs, it is but biological matter to the dissected for its body parts, so the vampire class can feed on it blood and rejuvenate upon its T Cells. A fresh liver and kidneys, gallbladder and spleen . . .  heart for the market and more money to profit.

Marching To Moloch
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