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VENGEANCE 'LL THUNDER You stoned to death A barren hen - crowing for mate We ceased your womb Made it arid of semen. You butchered a pregnant hen Finding Haven to labor her eggs For her groan & wail pried into your rest at noon You broke her eggs - made her soul wandered the earth like an outcast - we knew you won't entomb her - no one will. You led a war to the nest of a mother bird She expected to be winged to the sky field a last time - to viewing the beauty of nature once more - but you clipped her only joy - slaughtered her only hope Who'll fulfil her death wish? We'll come back many years When you're gone in eternity You will see your deed ten times aftermath The storm won't rest until your semen no longer breathe We'll come hundred years again Upon your generations raining the lines of your sins upon their roof(s) when they've no knowledge why it raining on them, when the cloud & sky are in battle not We'll Pierce their wombs Make their bellies leak semens We'll cease the flow of their semens Make it low to low sperm degree And if by fate their bellies behold babies Their semens grow children We'll come back again ten years after When their fruits know the sweetness of growing not the fall to earth when there are ripe We'll come to break their spines Like ancient moon broke the eggs We'll cease their noses to breathe in enjoyment Like ancient bird was ceased of last joy Their tongues to taste the sweetness of their ripe fruits We'll never make them rest until the hen is filled with our vengeance Paciolo Pen Saint

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