He said “Do it !”
I said “Stop it !”
My way?
His way?
The butcher’s guillotine that whispers:
“Who is next? “
“No unconditional surrender”.
Just like the embalmed in spice,
I feel the baby’s head is out of the way.
They are singing:
“Shining blood”
“Aborted glitter.”
Stop killing, Americans.
You ought to be ashamed of your foolish behavior.
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