Death Penalty
There blows a new wind through the night,
Removing the smell of dead whores,
Open cunts are staring at the moon,
The sun is about to rise above the field,
Enlightening broken bones,
People are being stabbed in the face,
After finding death under the gallows,
Brains are flowing out of the open skulls,
Shot by the only volunteer.
Reacties op dit gedicht
Over dit gedicht
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 oktober 2008 | ||
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