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from out the hovels

The victims

Of this decrepit and criminal system

Crawl forth and try to stand

On twisted crippled legs

And bodies

Poisoned and broken

Amid ugly children

Addicted

And afraid

Of themselves and everyone

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Ignorant slaves

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stagger forth unto the day

Blind and miserable

Trying to rebel

But they waited too long

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Sick

Horribly aged

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The slow song of death weaves thru

The ugly children lie in pools of blood

And try to fornicate

But they waited too long

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Only limp and sterile bodies remain

Stunted

Puny

Monstrosities of Paedophilic games

groping to touch something

But so afraid

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From out the hovels

The crippled slaves come forth

To the barricades

Leaning on their ugly children

Crying for release

From the slow - walking day

Thru the catacombs

Unto their chosen hell

Trying to remember

The love songs

They once sang to me