Spare Me Your Paradise: Rosemary's Baby
Glancing back, twas as a dream within this dream to me....
Some distant of surreal yet twisted play and I was but a child
At life's mercy trying to navigate no, simply surviving perhaps her
World in woe climbing aneath their desk while the sirens wailed wondering
If every tiny heart held their sorrows as this child ? Covering, new borne lights
Pledging allegiance towards an atrocity at the time we could not know: fast
forward
Beyound his black as white renditions body bags, where nothing has changed
except the date ?
Their conqueror worms reciting abomination's ushering declarations living
breathing situations in dae, they trust.
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