Abort The bud that threatens to bloom is no more From the efforts of foes have come its foeticide no more. "Abort!" they say save your life. Do not go down with the ship! In terror it cries at the fear of not seeing the light of not inhaling the toxic fumes that slowly kills and maims. The fault is too wide to cross or hide the unpardonable sin. So we heap sin on sin to over us in so no one can see we sinned. A foolish thought born of a desperate heart to right a wrong by doing more wrong. I turned to Time to ask Him to be kind But a piece of my soul He said was, "mine". I must decide whether to walk the blank or swim in my own filth. to take a leap accept defeat and abort abort abort!