Abortion
What is our life? A play of passion, our mirth the music of division, our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, that sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the setting sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, only we die in earnest, that's no jest by Sir Walter Raleigh. This essay will demonstrate a few ideas and beliefs social associates with abortion. When does life begin, is it at conception, is it at birth. Was a child every alive, if it never took a breath? Rights of the mother or rights of the unborn? Does God make junk, or was every child sent here for a reason?
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Extremely captivating and attention grabbing Berkley! Be sure to appropriately quote (minor proofreading changes), but the message is clear and engaging! Keep it up:)
ReplyDeleteMs. L
Yes, Berkley! I didn't really understand it. It was unclear to me just because it had too many words and not enough detail.
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