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For Whom Nothing Matters
For whom nothing matters
The night had been mysterious and full of screams
raped women hung from apple trees like rotten fruit, their begging not to be eaten went unheard
Men, crazed by pornographic lust and sweet wine
egging one another to commit heinous crimes. thinks, they did what women wished
The morning had an aroma of newness, a promise of Utopia where humanity lived in peace with nature and
themselves hopefully modest egos
Pre-mature fruit lying on the ground as the fruit, not of the loom but the result of nights of excesses
the outcast to be thrown away as abortions are the right
to take life that has no voice
the guilty of this horror has no brain and coincidence
to see the grossness of their behavior because they had learned from a failed culture that the only thing that has any value is self-indulgence and hot fries
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Jan Hansen
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