To Whom It May Concern
A fist full nails to justify this need to rid you away. It's okay to cry and bleed. Just think of all the people you'll save. Centuries of love, money, and understanding for your so called "Sacrifice". Your a great person for what your doing, so hold still and let me get the hammer. We'll celebrate your death, don't fret young lad. They'll make holidays for everything. Think of all the money they'll make. Your feeding the mouths of the future's youth. The wars in your name will earn us respect that true Americans deserve, and we'll build anew in our enemies land. We'll praise you in a whole new way. Your words will be changed forever and no one will really know you. You'll be re-created in OUR image, OUR vision. Your bloody face will sell many T-shirts. Thanks for the great marketing ploys. What a selfless thing this is. Smile little brother, We'll make a living off your suffering.
Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2015
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