The Child Meat Crawlers
Shawls of dead child meat Wielded like salami His person excited In deadness and army Big long sniper cock just speared through a child’s cot.... There’s nothing to say... In lullaby trauma They dance like boulders An avalanche of gracelessness Bob their own children on their shoulders The dust the poor breathe in reluctantly That this systematic, cinematic dentistry leaves... ... chokes to the core An ocean of innocence strives to be pure But the big bulldozer bullies Won’t stop dealing this misery And moving around dead pieces in their glee You see... this is it. No discussion, no big debate– no “it’s shit...” - the truth - no words could ever account for this.
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