words written in frost against
the cold april sky and what is truth buta failure by those in power to
control you?
what are the reasons
need to kill a child?
maybe get it addicted instead
a lot of money to be made smearing
poison across the eyes of god
a lot of sleeping widows waiting to
be crushed beneath your hobnailed boots
man comes running at you with a
knife and you’d damn wellbetter start looking for your own
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