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The choice is yours to make.

Sixty Million High

Pz-avatarby S. Lucio15 Feb 2021

The miracle of life is in your hands.
The choice is yours do you understand.
To procreate with the will to give and take
the decision is yours to make.

Guilty in your pleasures spinning in your little room,
In a quandary of choice which way will you choose

Innocent are the ones your liberation can't afford.
Innocent are the ones hanging from your discord.
Their cries of silence in your hands a fate,
The decision is yours to contemplate.

Sixty million high, I can hear the bones rattle.
It's their dirty little secret they ask you not to tattle.

It's a culling of the races, a slaughter of creation.
It's a bargain in the basement deceived in your considerations
the bartering of life is it yours to negate?
Is the blood on your hands stained with love or hate?

There’s an ax upon the altar there’s a hanger on the table.
Where the Sanger sings her song and the piper sells the fable.
It’s an aberration, a slaying for the shrew.
But still your choice which way will you choose.

Sixty million high, I can hear the bones rattle.
It's their dirty little secret they ask you not to tattle.

Your body the idol that you have come to embrace
for the sacrifice of children for the demons or the saints.
A sterilization, a cleansing of the womb
Only God will remember, for there are no tombs.