Shawls of dead child meat
Wielded like salami
His person excited
In deadness and army
Big long ****** **** 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 ****
- the truth - no words could ever account for this.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
Shawls of dead child meat
Wielded like salami
His person excited
In deadness and army
Big long ****** **** 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 ****
- the truth - no words could ever account for this.
