If babies had guns, they wouldn't be aborted.
Let me use their own terminology against them. They aborted a child in the 200th trimester.
[America has to import so many workers because] for the last 35 years we have aborted more than a million people who would have been in our workforce.
Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?
I was aborted and did not die.
Every child that isn't born, but is unjustly condemned to be aborted, has the face of Jesus Christ, has the face of the Lord.
Since the late 1970s, 163 million female babies have been aborted by parents seeking sons.
As a result of the sufferings and hard labor they endured, the Indians choose and have chosen suicide. Occasionally a hundred have committed mass suicide. The women, exhausted by labor, have shunned conception and childbirth. . . Many, when pregnant, have taken something to abort and have aborted. Others after delivery have killed their children with their own hands, so as not to leave them in such oppressive slavery.
Why didn't Eternity have this deformed age aborted ? Its birthmark is the stamp of a newspaper, its medium is printer's ink, and in its veins flows ink.
Listen to these wounds of pain put in the form of questions to me by a young woman who had had two abortions: "I wonder about the spirits of those I had aborted, if they were there, if they were hurt? I was under three months each time, but a mother feels life before she feels movement. " "I wonder if they are lost and alone?" "I wonder if they will ever have a body?" "I wonder if I will ever have a chance again to bring those spirits back as mine?" Alas, brothers and sisters, "wickedness never was happiness" (Alma 41:10).
The male chromosome is an incomplete female chromosome. In other words the male is a walking abortion; aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.
This person should have been aborted years ago.
Poetry either pulses with real life or it's just an aborted simulacra. There's no middle ground.
