Dead Babies
Hanging from hooks, all on the wall
All the dead babies, no one cares at all
Murdered for the cameras, so you will weep
Asylums for the weeping, dead babies make you crazy
Sadness fills the diapers of dead babies entombed
Kindness you never see, just a dead baby in a propaganda sea
Illuminate the terror, no dead babies to be
Live for your hate, let the dead babies die
Live in your dreams, as dead babies cry
Silence, I said silence
Babies in graves do not sing
A single angel of reason in the mist of a circus ring
Bring the evil ones to me for their crimes
Injustice I shall punish and hell I shall define
Eternal flames for the ha mass of dead babies
Satin is your king, I shall be your tormentor
72 billion years of fiery hell for all of you
Hateful attackers’ mindless attitudes seduced
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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