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Roll up her sleeves no rue of horrid act picked up the tiny child submerge watery hex peering through dead eyes betrayed maternal will *Three to go there still* Ritualistic and all the same animalistic for freedom gain innocence accord her will behold the paradox of kill Shield this ghastly deed others still unknowing Lack of future breed obvious and showing sunk a liquid shroud screams and hold them down sunk a tinted cloud pacified and growing down the hall to the room set him in a pile call to another *Come here my little child* time for sleep soon Shhhh.. itís all right Two still to go to turn out the light Lachrymose of burden slain too much here to gain blood of innocence to spill behold material maternal will Behold the paradox of kill Behold the paradox of kill

Created on ... July 21, 2004