LeRoy Carhart butchers those babiesWay up in Baltimore every day.Yeah, he’s a killer, a real dealerIn the deaths of those little ones.Gets that money and maybe a honeyOr two on the side and to confideHis heinous deeds on the wideRoad to that hell where many goWho murder others and decline to knowThat path of Life which lies aheadFor any who death would dread.Yeah, got it into his stupid headThat there is no Judgment to come,So on he runs, playing the foolLike the kid with no school,No thought about Law and OrderAnd a Judge at that spooky borderBetween life and that eternal death.Yeah, he will die and then die againAnd there will be no end to the dyingOf those who ignored the crying.Those babies were not choicesAnd they had and have real voices,Heard by the Father aboveWho is about more than love.And He will bring down the painOn fools who lie and disdainWhat is holy and just.It ain’t about fun and lust.What you gonna do, Mary Lou?When Judgment comes, you’re through.
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