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Mar 2019
If only you could speak, but ...
You were alive and you still couldn't,
If only you could feel but you don't,
and you shouldn't.

If only...

You were not so innocent,
you wouldn't be that blind,
To not see that you are bent,
and ****** from behind.

If only...

You were not so proud,
you wouldn't be that head strong,
and you'd find food in the woods,
and the food would find you, it's where we belong.

If only...

You would **** the child,
You would bite the excrument,
That burns you from inside,
and you would be permanent.

You would be free.
Blessed ******,
You'd be me.
About how innocence, pride and social norms make us prey for corporate fatcats, government and all other vermin.
Chris
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