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Why am I so flippant yet complacent?

Hypocritical Martyr

Torture chamber – secret sub-basement

Bomb shelter        Pedophile aquarium

Abducted children raped half-dead

Migraines and Menstruating

Horrible highway ambiance

Static from a radio unaware

Of our new piece of world, our breath of new air

Almost caught so only kill their daughters instead

A farm for inbred rapists and prepubescence

Shattered psyche of victims to share

Till they pile into a mass grave dead.

And the blood from evil hands now to rinse.

Resent this road leading to nowhere.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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