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The Unborn

Lana Bogan; music by James Seals, 1974) From the album UNBORN CHILD (1974). Oh little baby, you'll never cry, nor will you hear a sweet lullabye. Oh unborn

Smell the stench of the human flesh See the bodies so rotten The broken arms and the broken legs No chance to get away from them A lonely girl standing

are prepearing This surifice must be done Full-moon is approaching Red virgin-blood will be spiled. Tou are prepearing for the great moment The unborn

, purified lullaby- unborn dressed like a costume party, everybody in disguise see the mask on your face but it won't hide your eyes my demise marks my birth, unborn

To my unborn child To my unborn child, in case I don't make it Just remember daddy loves you To my unborn child To my unborn Now ever since my birth,

weaker, my poison blood And death surrounds me like a flood Killers of the unborn, killers Killers of the unborn, stop the killing Killers of the unborn, killers Killers of the unborn

So, I prayed But you weren't listening Making miracles? So, I begged But you were far away Saving souls perhaps? So, I screamed But she was very small

Misguided mothers make this happen Sometimes for a financial situation Or a sexual mistake CHORUS Massacre of the unborn Massacre of the unborn Massacre of the unborn

Who's to say whether or not, It's a crime to kill some unborn child, Before it's born. You don't even know what it's like, To raise a kid With income