A Father's Verdict
coursing through our veins,
our contempt has reached its pinnacle.
nay! we disapprove sympathetic verdict. We
demand death by way of life! Two counts.
every breath that is taken must be
manipulated by tight cement room.
never again will your eyes taste freedom. we want your life.
Copyright © Jacob Plasky | Year Posted 2006
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