Abortionist Barnett Slepian now in eternal hell fire.
Ezekiel 28: 9-10
9: Wilt thou yet say before him that slayeth thee, I am God?
but thou shalt be a man, and no God, in the hand of him that
10: Thou shalt die the deaths of the uncircumcised by the hand
of strangers: for I have spoken it, saith the Lord GOD.
Ode to Slepian
From the cold, the man watched babykiller Slepian inside his comfortable
half million dollar house.
As the man laid beside the tree, he saw the abortionist enjoying the
pleasant life that he made for himself. The pleasant life that was purchased
by taking the life blood from innocent children at the abortion mill.
The man who watched; a godly, righteous man, could no longer sit
passively by while this evil beast enjoyed the fruits of his depraved blood
trade. He rested his head against the tree which hid him from direct sight
of the babykiller and his family. He prayed, took aim, then calmly pulled the trigger.
The sound of window glass shattering, a hollow thud, and a woman's
scream coming from within the house pierced the frigid air.
Hallelujah to the LORD. The mass murderer had been stopped!
The babykiller lay in his own unclean blood; his worthless life seeping out of his body,
his soul preparing itself for the eternal fires of hell.
He would no longer have to stomach the scene of this serial child
murderer hypocritically enjoying his family.
The man had raised himself above apathy and defended the lives of those
children who were scheduled to die by Slepian's hand.
Babykiller Slepian reaped what he sowed, and few true Christians could
feel sorry for him. The man's mind turned to the scripture found in
...they shall be for dung upon the face of the earth.
Slepian was dung upon the face of the earth. No, the man could not feel sorry for this
abortionist, knowing he intended to kill even more children.
A gust of wind blew cold against his face. Suddenly he realized the vulnerability
of his position. Although only a few seconds had passed since he fired the
shot, it seemed like an hour. He knew he had to get away, but could not
run. That would only draw attention to himself. He rose from his position
and retreated through the wooded area to the next street.
A true American hero slipped away into the darkness having the honor
to be chosen as an instrument in the hand of the LORD our God.
19: Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God
20: For they speak against thee wickedly,
and thine enemies take thy name in vain.
21: Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee?
and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22: I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
Or write to: Rev. Donald Spitz
P.O. Box 16611
Chesapeake VA 23328
Babykilling Abortionst Barnett Slepian
Died with the blood unborn babies on his hands