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The Holy Land neath hammer blows - is this what Jesus prophesied: when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes the sightless see a suicide; when thousands fall like dominoes the blind deny it’s homicide; when women fry in thermal throes the gents reject it’s femicide when rockets slaughter embryos the fools forget it’s feticide when children die and decompose the dullards doubt infanticide; when bodies burn with afterglows no one concedes it’s genocide. Whichever way the west wind blows leaves morals dangling, crucified…
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 1:25 PM UTC
The Holy Land
The Holy Land neath hammer blows - is this what Jesus prophesied: when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes the sightless see a suicide; when thousands fall like dominoes the blind deny it’s homicide; when women fry in thermal throes the gents reject it’s femicide when rockets slaughter embryos the fools forget it’s feticide when children die and decompose the dullards doubt infanticide; when bodies burn with afterglows no one concedes it’s genocide. Whichever way the west wind blows leaves morals dangling, crucified…
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Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 1:25 PM UTC
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