Poetry

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The little angels call no more,
They have been taken far from earth's shore.
In the beginning their lives were ceased,
Just so our lives could be eased.


Some say they are not for women's gain,
Others say it is not worth the pain.
So a selfish death will be given to thee,
While those thieves do roam free.


What right do we have to say,
Who shall die or live today?
How can we take God's marvelous creation,
And treat it as an abomination?


Thy love does receive them into peace,
Before the time was up on their lease.
When they realize the mistake they have made,
They too will be a glimmer in earth's shade.

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