Female Flotsam

I am female flotsam Standing still In the eye of the storm Seeing signs and warnings And hearing all the mourning What will become of My unborn son? What will be his fate? To be filled with spite And swim in a sea Of horror and hate, To become an inhuman bomb And his reward? “With one hundred virgins He will one day wed In the eternal church”, Thus say his unholy Prophets Sean Hunt https://vimeo.com/162596231 To be fully appreciated watch the short video

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