He said “Do it !”
I said “Stop it !”
My way?
His way?

The butcher’s guillotine that whispers:
“Who is next? “
“No unconditional surrender”.

Just like the embalmed in spice,
I feel the baby’s head is out of the way.

They are singing:
“Shining blood”
“Aborted glitter.”


Stop killing, Americans.
You ought to be ashamed of your foolish behavior.