Slice of Laodicea

I will, without apology, post this photograph of a victim of the human sacrifice taking place daily in America’s killing fields known as abortion clinics. This was not the most grisly where the child is cut into pieces. This baby died from being burned to death with saline solution injected into the womb. When I post the grisly ones, I get outraged emails from people who don’t want to see the photographs. I don’t either, Christians, but today, on the anniversary of legalized child-killing in our “great” nation, it is time to see the face of just one of the victims. It took seeing the corpses and bones of concentration camp victims to drive home the horrors of  the holocaust to the “Christian” population of Germany. It is no less necessary now in our American holocaust.

Here are the words to Malediction, a song written and sung by Kemper Crabb that originally was heard on the Hard Truth video as images of dead children were flashed on the screen. Read the words, and if you choose, click here to hear the song as it is sung. This blood-soaked activity goes on every day. 4,400 babies will die in clinics today in America the Beautiful and the new President we have wants your tax money to pay for it in reversing the Mexico City policy. We are spreading the death to other countries at taxpayer expense.

Our Founding Fathers began a revolution over taxation without representation. Taxes, folks, on stamps and tea. We’ve had 50 million Americans murdered in the womb in our lifetimes and so-called Christian churches are closing next Sunday so everyone can watch the Superbowl. God’s hand of judgment is on this nation for good reason.

Malediction

The judges sat outside the Law
And in their pride no evil saw
In setting teeth to Satan’s jaw
And feeding him our children.
When viewed in terms of cost and ease
An unborn child is a disease
A holocaust seen fit to please
Our own convenience.
A curse A curse the Law it cries.
A curse a curse on mankind’s pride.
A curse on him who would deny
God’s image in mankind.
Torn from out their mother’s womb
Denied the sky – denied a tomb
Conceived in lust to their own ruin
A sacrifice to pleasure.
The doctors with their blood red hands
Who love their money more than man,
With greed their god they lay their plans
The butchers of mankind.
A curse a curse the blood cries out
A curse a curse the heavens shout
A curse a curse on he who flouts
God’s image in mankind.
O rid us of this evil, Lord
And turn our hearts by cross or Sword.
Our nation cannot long afford
To live beneath your judgements.
A curse a curse upon their heads
O save them Lord or slay them dead
And fill our country with your Dread
And turn away Your anger.

Lyrics: Kemper Crabb
Music: Kemper Crabb & Frank Hart