A woman without natural
affection laying her unborn upon the altar of feminism or narcissism.
Then
blood, innocent blood. Then a muted scream. Then the dissolution of body
and spirit. Then silence. Then in the night a deafening stillness born
of bloodguilt. Then the realization of a time appointed when the Avenger of Blood
will render Judgment!
But there is a reprieve for all who pursue it:
"Have mercy
upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude
of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me throughly from mine
iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgressions: and
my sin is ever before me. Against
thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this
evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest. Behold,
I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me. Behold, thou
desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom. Purge me with hyssop,
and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Make me to hear
joy and gladness.... Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine
iniquities. Create in me a clean heart.... Deliver me from bloodguiltiness...."
(Psalm 51:1-14).
