There's Blood on Our Hands....by Susan H. Fouts

Save the whales..

Save the earth...

But don't bring your children to birth.

The right to choose is the right to kill,

Wer'e killing our babies.

Population out of control

For lack of food will we sell our souls

666 will soon be here

And consciences be seared.

They're saying, " A sacrifice will make us room

and save our planet."

There's blood on our hands

And it's polluted our lands

Oh there's blood on our hands

And, Father, it cries to you.

and when He had opened the fifth seal I saw under the altar

the souls of them that were slain for the Word of God and there

testimony , and they cried, Oh, Lord, holy and true

Does thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell upon the earth?

And white robes were given to every one on them.

There's blood on our hands

and it's polluted our lands

There's blood on our hands

And, Father, it cries to You

It cries to You.

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Save the whales

save the earth

but don't bring your children to birth

The right to choose is the right to kill

We're killing our babies...our babies...