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.