Izuntitledscene!A Poem by BiatchForgotten the lies and buried the past The longing for light the shadows they cast
Ripping the tears off the mothers eyes The birth of hatred the soul’s demise
Can’t dare to breath with the foot in my mouth The noose that’s choking not letting me shout
The feast of the beast been prepared in the east Poisoning the waters in the process at least
Benighted they stand and pray for your blood They say that it’s thicker so spill out and flood
She wallows in pain addresses the nation Brother’s demon the father’s creation
Reach out and grab onto the weaker in chain Pull under the young the innocent in vain © 2010 BiatchAuthor's Note
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