My song was sad every time I see a woman
With a heart soaked in dark sins, committing murder
I want to ask her if she was a true mother
Inside her womb, she did kill her daughter and son
I feel lonely for her, for the things she has done
Why she broke the God's law and became a killer
She did not know that soon, she will have to suffer
O woman, why your moral standards are gone?
Tell me what's the reason why you killed your own blood
Look, did you see, did you know what you are dong?
Woman, you'd created sins in the eyes of God
Can you please look at the mirror and start thinking?
O, woman of the now and next generation
Y'all are born and not a product of abortion.
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