no birthday please don't celebrate my birthday, it reminds me of what I used to be ... heaven-sent and blessed by God, I was perfection in His sight in rushed the doctor to destroy me ... a sadistic child-molesting butcher, he lied to all to get his way ... he cut my body, carved my soul, and killed the wonder God had made not a quick and easy death, his plan was more destructive ... I must live each tortured day, knowing what will never be the sorrow and the loss I feel, at the murder of my soul, renews itself each waking moment and cuts me fresh again I dream of death, that I might live ... for in it's grace, peace will come at last. I'll rejoin my soul amongst the stars and God will bless me once again I do not celebrate my birthday ... I died the day that I was born

This page is dedicated to all the innocent babies whose lives
have been devastated forever by the butchery of circumcision.

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