• parchedllama 26w

    The numbers don't add up

    You inflict cuts numerous
    Mutiliate, strangle and torture
    Many have you forced yourself upon to
    Correct their preference with your overture
    Even records tell lies, when
    You have nothing else on offer
    To malign, distort and demean
    The magnitude of targeted slaughter
    So deep have you penetrated this hate
    Some have buckled under pressure
    Yet no signs of abating show
    Your massive manslaughter
    These victims you claim are humans too
    Whom you rob of their future
    Just sate your despicable, insatiable
    Thirst for what you mistake as honour