The Terrible Truth of Babylon
Mono mono, their precious little baby girls holding hands....
Lorn, this lucidity pondering; why does humanity's newborn cry ?
A phenomenon she would truly seem to be if one could see the possibility
Placenta non grata his foreign land it's hades their Spirit weeps: nay the bright lights
Humankind holds this way of painting blind love's infant eyes Jenna and Jillian someday, shall escape.
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