“Thou shall not kill”

-God

How do you get away with murder?

It is not seeking refuge in the shadows that I am speaking of. It is not a desire that time will swallow you until your act becomes a cold memory that I have in mind. It is not a change of face and a change of pace in hopes that you may become elusive. For these are the common techniques that one would employ to escape justice after taking the life of another. But no. I’m talking about something different and more profound. How can you get away with murder and escape your conscience? How can you commit the act in justification? Simple. You must convince yourself the life that you have taken was not even a life at all. It wasn’t even human. Just bloody meat. You must also convince the world as well. The thought of someone taking the life of another through the extraction of its humanity is enough to sour the stomach.

I’m sorry. But that is what they do.

The High Court of The Land washed the blood from their hands and gave the responsibility of Executioner to The Lesser Courts. In no time the streets filled with the heartless and spineless. In desperation they screamed as their tears turned Main Street into the Nile. Their world, their life’s work, had breathed its final. They no longer could offer children upon the altar of the modern day Molech. Helpless they became in fear that the god of Self would be offended. For the sacrificial lambs, full of innocence, were taken from their grip. The Preservation Centers that save such lambs for those that cannot create it, or simply want to save it, fell into the crosshairs of their wrath. In doing so, they proclaimed “no one is safe”. If they cannot have a baby to sacrifice, then no one can have one. They’re hunger became evident. They thirst for the Blood of The Innocence.

For years, and in the time of today and the coming of the tomorrows, they blinded their guilt with bloodlust. The only way that they can get away with taking a life, and cheering on such acts, is by redefining life itself. “It does not begin at conception” turned into “it does not begin until it has breached” morphed into “even after it is breathing on the table, let us discuss whether it deserves life”. Astounding is the notion! That one can ignore independent heartbeats. That one can write off the independent turning and kicking, putting it on the same level as a lifeless “tumor”. The only thing in common is growth. What divides the two are life and death.

They stand dumbfounded. Modern civilization must’ve failed them, that they do not understand the result of their promiscuous affairs. As if there is no other way to prevent the creation of life within. “How did this happen?” they ask in stupefied wonder. Just like one who’s lungs succumb to the cigarette, or who’s liver has collapsed under the weight of alcohol, they have no one to blame but themselves for their carelessness. For no one can be stupid enough to not know what causes this being within. They carelessly gave themselves up to burning passion without regard to the outcome. They took no responsibility. Now they have to kill the “cancer” that resulted from their poor choice. To them it is nothing more than cancer. The only thing in common is growth. What sets them apart is a beating heart.

In order to unbind them from the stigma of murder, they do not just redefine the life as a meaningless clump of tissue. No. They also must redefine the act as well. “Healthcare” they call it. Equal it is with chemotherapy and the scalpel that removes the tumor. Therefore it is of the utmost importance that it must be upheld. A great necessity to a functional society. Death will creep across the land if we dismantle the Murder Mills. Lives must be sacrificed to the god of Self that the self may live. Molech grins.

“For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb.” (Psalm 139:13).

The one true God of Heaven and Earth makes it clear. He creates the heart that beats within the “clump of cells”. He sets the pace, the beat and its life sustaining rhythm. He does this as much for the fetus as He does for the mother that cherishes the life within. He does this, in the act of His Grace and Love throughout creation, for those that beg in the streets to allow the Blood of The Innocence to flow until every… single… child… is… bled… out. Yes, the God of Heaven and Earth still allows their hearts to beat despite the cold black chamber that it has become. His Mercy. A Mercy that will someday bow to never more. Patience is running thin. The final dawn is approaching.

But alas! According to the heartless that splash in the blood puddles with glee, I am not allowed to speak. For I am but a man and am void of understanding. I do not understand the plight of those that murder The Innocent. It is just a ruse. A way to snuff the voice of opposition. Even women that oppose are accused of being brainwashed by the lie that is The Patriarchy. “Burn your bras and celebrate with us! For by this murder we together are strong!” However the chromosomal structure that He has assigned to us with has no bearing on common sense. To stop an independent heartbeat is murder. No matter what point in its life that it beats. For those of us with a soul and basic intelligence know that not just is this murder, but there are simple ways to prevent the “unwanted” from even coming to fruition. The freedom to be promiscuous and careless, however, is oh so powerful.

Let us be honest. Those that scream for the right of choice are not as jaded as they would want us to believe. Their minds are washed empty into the void of the reprobate (Romans 1:28). Unable to function under normalcy. Brainwashed by who? I’ll get to that momentarily. They know very well that the “useless and lifeless clump of cells” are indeed alive. They know that it has a heartbeat. Just as they have. They know that it begins to move independently. Just as they do. However, they know that they must redefine its meaning in order to numb themselves to the blood guilt. They know very well what can be done to prevent this “tumor” from taking them by surprise. This hill that they stand on, that they go to war on, that they are willing to die on, was built by one. It was built by their father. The Father of Lies.

It is a lie to say that The Innocent are nothing more than a clump of tissue, even to the point of crowning. Nevermind the fingers, toes, and the eyes that stare back. It is a lie to state that it is healthcare when a life must stop in order that another may carry on in promiscuity. It is a lie to say that those that oppose this do not understand. It is a lie to beg for the necessity of the Murder Mills for the sake of a few incestuos rapes. An exploitation to hide behind as the absurd defense, so that millions may die for the sake of careless liaisons. But the lies cannot stop. For this madness must continue. A confession of truth would be a confession that the necessity for these Murder Mills is not so. That the clump of cells is indeed a life. That those that oppose are correct. That this act of “healthcare” is indeed murder. That they are guilty of the overcrowded killing fields. Then the structure would collapse. If only.

The minds cannot allow this. For it is their sacred god. They desire to flood the streets with the blood of millions of innocent lives. Like a ravenous wolf it is their hunger. Kill. Kill. Kill. And they wear their dead hearts on their sleeves. Their celebration devours their conscience as they offer a requiem for Remorse. The dirge is just slightly off key. Why cannot their minds allow the end of The Blood of The Innocence? Because their minds are warped by the chains that bind them. That suffocates their common sense from morality. A chain that is in the hands of The Enemy. The puppet master has his pawns in place and they are ever the more willing to do his bidding. The chain tightens by the hour.

The heartless and spineless open their mouths as they cry in the streets. As they protest The High Court. As they protest The Preservation Mills. As they protest The Church. As they protest God. But silent is their voice. What one hears is far too sinister to be that of a human. It can only be uttered by he who has control over them. Making what is left of their hearts rot blacker by the day. It is unfathomable that a human can sleep at night after killing The Innocent. “You’re being too harsh. They have hearts! They have compassion!” one would answer me. But these questions I beg: Why do they not weep? Why do they not cry for The Innocent? Why do they not feel remorse? Why do they not show concern that it has come to murder? Why do they not teach that there are ways to prevent this? Why do they not support alternatives? Why is it that the only time that they do weep, that they do show remorse, that they do show concern and rage is when their ability to spill the Blood of The Innocence is threatened? Why, tell me why, do they celebrate when they do it? Again… why do they celebrate?

Only a heart blackened by Satan can be this dead. No true human can lack such compassion and smile when acidic fluids burn The Innocent alive as it writhes in pain. It’s screaming silenced by the same womb that offers it protection. No true human can dance in the streets as the skull of The Innocent are crushed, finding comfort in the sounds of its body being sucked out, piece by piece. No true human can have a heart this cold, this black, this dead. Only one that has been captivated by The Deceiver. Bound and enslaved to unspeakable madness. And they wear it with pride.

The eyes can again be opened as Truth pries open the mind to abort his lies. To see that the sanctity of life applies even to The Innocent. To those that cannot speak. To those that cannot defend themselves against such tragic injustices. For God is the giver and taker of life. It is not a right for man to have bestowed upon himself to choose who should live and who should die. Especially The Innocent. Are you one that has taken the life of one within you? Or even more than one? Are you one that supports the digging of the graves? Is your life song to fight for the right to terminate the consequences of irresponsible actions? If so then you have The Blood of The Innocence upon your hands. The lot of you. The blood guilt will find you guilty as you bow before God on the Day of Judgement. But fear not child! For He can cleanse you of such guilt. He can unwind the chain that is upon your mind. He can unwind the years and restore you to a place of sense and compassion. Where you will no longer desire the sacrifice of The Innocent to the god of Self. As far as The Blood of The Innocence that drips from your hands? 

Yes daughter… He can cleanse that as well.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”

-The Apostle John