If I don't live to see tomorrow, will tomorrow's setting sun
prevent my unborn child's bullet from his killer's smoking gun?
If I don't live to bear a child, will I un-live all of the sorrow
And erase history before its filed, from my son's tragic tomorrow?
For if I die before the sunrise, will tomorrow ever come?
Or will my unnatural demise simply postpone what's done is done?

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