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Feb 2018
i feel so harsh in feeling
from Olypians:
then again i thieve so
little from them:
i guess i am owned
(saying)
    just as much as they are:
the ones saying anders breivik
what make you saying:
mind my kind children:
      the world is swayed by
the the icon of your own corruptin -
you, bring me Islam akin
to the Black Plague before my doors
as i am mind you welcome!
sheer the sheep and breed them
to welcome!
        you haven't learned
to teach your children the lie
they need to hear.
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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