Unto Molech and Belial

A Billion Busted Bruised Broken bleeding
Baby bodies
Mostly black

We wear   
This beastly fare
Blended In our shining hair
Their life gives us beautiful body~  and bounce

The biggest lie
Those women who first- time believed could not be blamed
They are taught to circumvent their brain
And trust that emancipation
of the tiny being buried below
Is but blobs of cells
Devoid of soul
They can behold miniature feet and think~ oh how sweet!
And never get the association

 But those women

Who felt the tiny ballet of being, within
And then tell others
That the dance is but a flutter of matter

These  sin
These feel blame   
These carry shame
These cannot escape the bitter pain
But by adding numbers   

to their desolation

They hope to find justification~

 Why, it didn’t bother me! Try it, you’ll like it~ it’s your choice to be free

It cannot be wrong if we tell the lie enough times
If we chant it like a song then more will buy our great big lie~   it can become reality
No matter that science
Betrays your fables
No matter that broken babies can be either mended or disabled
Healed or disassembled ~ repaired or dismembered
Broods, mostly sable, Within big belly stables

Buckets of bloody babies
12,000 butchered black babies in a trash bin
These have found Beulah
But their mothers cannot escape the bane
The betrayal which slinks up on them unbidden on birthdays never to be
The brutality of the brazen table
Matches the bitter end of this butcher’s fable

The biggest lie~ the behemoth lie~ the lie without basis or believability
Is buckets of butchered bodies~ Mostly black
Found out back
Of the butcher factory