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Apr 2016
Hell bound by these hellhounds.
Forever on the prowl,
Preying on the weak,
Sacrificing their children as if they were merely meat,
Lambs to the slaughter.
Forgotten without a trace.
Thrown away like broken toys,
Without saving grace,
Seen as nothing but burdens,
Ignore the pain on their face.
What doesn't **** you makes you stronger,
They must learn their place.
For we are their masters.
They be nothing but cattle.
Brand them with our names.
Carve their skin with our initials,
Destroy their hopes and dreams,
Weaken their minds,
Prepare them for the saddle.
Written by
Harley Quinzel  London
(London)   
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