F**k the Children

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



Credits
Writer(s): David Williamson
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