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Planned Parenthood headquarters“Perhaps in some distant corner closet of the great towering monolith that is the abortion industry, there are people who genuinely are helping women. But the halls echo with silent screams. The walls are painted in antiseptic blood. If you look closely, the building is not made with stone or wood. The whole thing, including the modernized Planned Parenthood logo, is made of rotting bodies. It smells like death and it stinks like the valley where the worm does not die.”
—Owen Strachan
Today I listened to a lawyer (a highly decorated Yale graduate), testify before congress on capitol hill on behalf of Planned Parenthood. She declared that dismembering babies during the abortion process was “very humane”.
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Planned Parenthood defender
To borrow from the liberated parlance of yesteryear, all I can say is, “We’ve come a long way, baby!”
“How long will this continue in the hearts of these lying prophets, who prophesy the delusions of their own minds? They think the dreams they tell one another will make my people forget my name, just as their ancestors forgot my name through Baal worship…..Therefore, declares the Lord, “I am against the prophets who wag their own tongues….”
—Jeremiah 23: 26…31
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Baal 'n' Babel
Yes, Baal Worship’s Gone Post-Modern
Here in Babel we hear Profits
Of a very different sort…
You can bet your bottom dollar,
We’ve got babies to abort.
Yes, Big Brother holds the purse strings,
There’s less hope but lots of change!
Jeremiah may have warned us,
(But "God’s word" we think is strange.)
Just remember…we dismember
In the name of “Greater Good”,
We renamed it, sir, “compassion”,
In this dark Planned Parent ‘hood.
There’s tongue-wagging in the pulpits,
More hot air up on The Hill,
In the meantime, Molech snickers
While more tiny ones are killed.
Fed on fantasies, we wallow,
And with Asherah we dance,
We pay homage now to Darwin
And creation-happenstance.
Yes, Baal worship’s gone post-modern,
Reckless lies disguised as true….
It’s The Garden’s mass delusion,
And it’s really nothing new.
Still, once more we’ve fallen for it…
Same ol’, same ol’, as they say.
It’s The Sin that loves the darkness…
Satan whispers: “Let us prey…”
Lord, we know there is a remnant
That is clinging still to You…
Meek and mourning, poor in spirit,
Holding on to what is True.
Father, give us Grace to find You,
Give us Grace to see we’re lost…
Stir the spirit, Lord, within us.
Take us, please, back to The Cross.
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