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The Captain Jan 2014
Dead babies
everywhere...
on the floor and on my chair
in the oven just like a jew
O dead baby over there
all I want to eat is you
dead babies on a pike
child rides right by
on his bike
I pull him in, he lets out a sigh
he screams at me to tell him why
To this question
I do reply
all i want is that every baby die
I shove my bundle of pencils down his throat
and somewhere else, i think you know
I roast the babies into pie
with a hist and a **
i eat them all
and then I watch the rest of the babies fall
off ledges and buildings I placed them atop
and then i made them into slop
and ate them
I HATE THEM
The Captain Jan 2014
The people on here all ****
and i just dont give a ****
your poems are all bad
you all should be sad
here... let me run you over with a truck.

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