The unborn ripped out the mother’s womb,
eyes pecked out in their youth,
blinded from the ugliness who pampers their soul.
All innocence now road kill.
The greatest strain of sickness is just branches away.
Forgiveness is the missing deadly sin,
only find your god after your execution;
until then, cry every tear on your deathbed.
I call for noble justice, it gives more respect.
Nature can be cruel, but it’s merciful.
A parasite ridden home is fumigated,
so a bullet can fumigate your mind.
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