A certain human being, lowest form of scum
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A sick individual, fetal cannibalizing bum
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I have a hunger, it goes to an extreme extent,
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Feeding out of abortion clinic bins wasn't meant
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Most homeless hobos wait in line for goodwill soup,
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Nasty me scrapes clinic dumpsters for aborted goop,
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Earliest stages of development,
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Since conception their future was dim,
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Tasting the unborn upon a whim,
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Unborn, aborted, because they were unwanted
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Abortions to my feasting, horrid scenes of sick chagrin,
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Unborn, immature and incomplete,
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Delicious miscarriage meat
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A succulent fetus treat,
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Expulsion of the embryo,
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A dinner bizarre for this hobo
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Fetus eater, no meat is sweeter,
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Ultrasound shows inside the womb, not upon my plate
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Served with bread and greens, oh the generations I've ate
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From the uterus bloodily spewed,
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Aborted child now hobo food,
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Fetus ripped from womb,
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Disposed to be subjected to a culinary doom
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My eating habits horribly crude,
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Their rubbery textures I have chewed,
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Gulping down fetal slop,
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Embryonic jelly on my lips and chin
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Fetus eater no meat is sweeter
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Since conception their future was dim,
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Tasting the unborn upon a whim,
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Fallopian wastes fill me to the brim,
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Picking my teeth with a fetal limb.
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Hobo Stew
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Broken Hope |