| 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 |