You who kill our children. (Mature) cliffs the rain does not wet her, nor the / sun give / warmth. Out of the Darkness …I could see a scrap piece of paper with something scrawled on it in green pencil. I picked up the paper and read it. “I know your th… her abortion (Mature) the abortionist (Mature) foetus (Mature) “love” (Mature) Trapped these scars don’t heal, / and the memories don’t fade, / forgiveness must be earned, / but it is not deserved. How many have to Die? the feminine gender / traditionally tender / of children the defender the keening I lie alone with the / moon. Murder Of A Child This is a story that will make you hug your child everyday. Hell Awaits The Slayers Of Our Children. A threshold lurks beneath the soul / that teeters near death’s yawning hole; / once cross it and there’s no way back; / he fee… the baptism (Mature) termination (Mature) baptist (Mature) Family Business ‘Crawl five feet then turn left. Crawl another foot and start digging. Remember to show this to no one and keep our ‘treasures’ from any … Cold Bones The man was probably thirty, which was the normal age for a human to become sentimental towards a child. His throat was cut and one foot wa… Silent The man belonged to darker things, to nightmares, to spiders and pain and weeping, to screaming and crying and bleeding.