bring back those young girls
Excuse me while I Puke I hear screams of virgins watching their innocence being tortured. I see flowers hiding in the shadows covering their eyes with shame. I smell the putrid odors, fuming from the stench of bush meat eating scavengers. Forcing intimacy on cherubs and angels. I see abused women and children, giving up and dying because no one is looking for them. I saw the First Lady of indifference at the mall caressing a Gucci collar for her little poodle dog. I heard that birds still sing and flowers still bud. Right now I cannot enjoy their contrite delight. My eyes are filled with blood. Is there anymore- Bizarreness to be Ignored AS I puke. https://www.facebook.com/bringbackourgirls/photos/a.218484111695963.1073741828.218477488363292/292667570944283/?type=1
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