And then there is blood
The dirge song stays in their rear-window stalking stare
The girl likes it as long it rubs against her voyeuristic wants
The change in the atmosphere is so public
The fogginess from the moisture of an old clock
The inner indolence makes the time memorable
Multiple people wound into one gear of riots
******* her biological clock into a wound alarm clock
Assaulting her mighty conscience
Abortion randomly by many single ladies
**** has produced too many tortured children
Look at it any other way
Senator
Females are meant to be singular responsibilities
Not a gender to oppress against
The years of pain stained on the walls of history