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Regression is no longer mathematic or psychological It’s a relevant to the violent movement of the social So now guess we come back to this issues of woman’s right I could have sworn we already fought and won this fight Liberation and respect, birth control, and freedom of *** The freedom to choose what they get to do with their own body Society does not own their flesh or what grows beneath their ******* but I guess that’s just me I thought the wisest among us had sorted this stuff out My bad, cause according to the gallop polls The criminal politician, parish holding pulpit pounding preachers Outdated texts from people without our level of science And the people I knew growing up, who leave me throwing up, Turning and twisting my stomach in the tightest knots, Worrying about a problem I don’t got But my obsession with justice and morality is causing my depression My possession of a reasoning faculty is killing me I guess I was mistaken the truth was already taken And what gives me the right to fight the tide of the right’s religious revolution Well **** how about you just keep your hands off her womb
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
Woman's Rights
Regression is no longer mathematic or psychological It’s a relevant to the violent movement of the social So now guess we come back to this issues of woman’s right I could have sworn we already fought and won this fight Liberation and respect, birth control, and freedom of *** The freedom to choose what they get to do with their own body Society does not own their flesh or what grows beneath their ******* but I guess that’s just me I thought the wisest among us had sorted this stuff out My bad, cause according to the gallop polls The criminal politician, parish holding pulpit pounding preachers Outdated texts from people without our level of science And the people I knew growing up, who leave me throwing up, Turning and twisting my stomach in the tightest knots, Worrying about a problem I don’t got But my obsession with justice and morality is causing my depression My possession of a reasoning faculty is killing me I guess I was mistaken the truth was already taken And what gives me the right to fight the tide of the right’s religious revolution Well **** how about you just keep your hands off her womb
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
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