The abomination bitch began to bleed the baby...
Bringing an end to defense and a victory to Hades.
Unchained hell doesn't dwell, it crawls up with lust...
And the sound of black bells signals death is a must.
The child drains in silence, again dying by hands...
That betrayed and then slayed, damning all man.
Heartless whore, who never once showed him love...
Gave birth to an angel and immediately had enough.
Of life as a mother, cuz evil's as easy as pie...
And the sweet tooth within just can't be denied.
But unbeknownst to her, a silent scepter slinks...
Coated in cold, with a thirst to greedily drink.
Watching and waiting, it knows who she's with...
And it also knows, she doesn't understand this.
Swift is the sweep across the small throat...
Then Mary the mother gathers purse and coat.
Motel mirrored, closer than it actually appears...
But after a minute of motoring it all dissappears.
Our fears, start coming to life before our eyes...
All across our world, and with dread we realize.
"Film at eleven, there's no more Heaven", transfixed...
As one by one the impact's felt from the ton of bricks.
Slowly at first, then panic as running's useless...
Feet aren't fast, when the mind can't get through this.
Comprehension suspension, can't possibly happen...
But reality's returned by a constant slappin.
Of balls against ass, as the fuckin's relentless...
Humanity's torn, as the underworld reams us.
Terror forever, and we thought Al Queda was bad...
No hiding wherever, not even the hole Saddam had.
But how can we weep when we slaughter the sheep?
Say prayers to our saviour then dream sinful sleep?
Actions speak louder than words, but silence is golden...
So goodness won't be observed when it's only just spoken.
Legendary presents...The Sonning
Oskar Schindler
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