BabiesA Poem by Robert EricksonI am so going to hell for this.
Mmm Mmm Good Note: I am so going to Hell for this.
Chop up the babies. Eat em up. Eat em up. Grind those young bones. Mix em up. Mix em up. Pour in the breast milk. Slurp em up. Slurp em up.
Arrest them from the arms of their mothers while salivating on full fair firm teats. Take flight toward dark laboratories. See glimmers of light from sparks of the knife.
Chop up the babies. Eat em up. Eat em up. Grind those young bones. Mix em up. Mix em up. Pour in the breast milk. Slurp em up. Slurp em up.
The doctor is waiting to see them now. He stands in the night to bring them to light. Your babies are dieing two by two by for Science for Good for Glory and Pie.
Chop up the babies. Eat em up. Eat em up. Grind those young bones. Mix em up. Mix em up. Pour in the breast milk. Slurp em up. Slurp em up.
Freak out young christians, Abortion is nigh. Infidels, scientists, liberals lie while warming the oven, buttering bread They are baking your babies into a pie.
Chop up the babies. Eat em up. Eat em up. Grind those young bones. Mix em up. Mix em up. Pour in the breast milk. Slurp em up. Slurp em up. © 2009 Robert EricksonAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on November 24, 2009 AuthorRobert EricksonNear Monterey, CAAboutUndiscovered poet. I know entirely too much about computers... I like to read and watch documentaries and learn stuff and I'm a programmer. more..Writing
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