Blood Harvest
Hay is threshed by the rotor blades,
Hay along with the arms,
Legs, and heads of the milking maids,
Down on the carrion farms.
Farmer Misogynist reaps his yield—
Satan nurtured the crop—
Psychopathology wet the field—
Whing! Now the rotor blade lops!
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