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Sadie Jones Poem
They kill us without warning,
We can't put up a fight,
They are the pestilence that crawleth by night.
They blow our brothers up,
do they think it's fun?
taking innocent lives,
something got to be done.
They listen to the liars,
they believe their wicked lies,
their told they can blow us up
and go live in paradise.
So, can you imagine their surprise?
can you imagine their shock?
when the devil comes to greet them
with his big old dirty cock.
Copyright © Sadie Jones | Year Posted 2021
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