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Forcing
myths on babies
Faithful violent paintings Focuses misguided Jackals become lions Insane Bullets riddle through me Documentary movie I question the law I spoke of what I saw, pain Killing needs an excuse Excuses are easy A fictitious being says "Do these and you'll please me" Come jump in the water Train your mind for the slaughter Be here for protection Rid us of infectious Disease Can you imagine Trespassers and natives together united An abolition of the supposed sacred Can you imagine Our collective myths recognized As the fiction they are And buried underground Buried underground Buried underground Back |