I fear Godless men posturing,
I fear more the camera rolling.
A sympathy of animal noise cuts the air,
soon to be empathy.
A child's torment fills the ether.
And the beat goes on
A hand on the cheek
Flaunting a prize
A butcher selecting incision points
Disbelief still consumes the mind
The mind of the innocent
No concept of guilt
Dark men begin the detach
Knee in back
And scream to God
Such glee
You watch,
You just keep watching...
No camera trick,
No switch
No industrial light
Or magic
Everything is tragic
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Author:
Yorke (
Offline) - Published: July 18th, 2019 13:18
- Category: Religion
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I can't seem to guess what's going on here, but it's something very nasty I'm sure.
I could tell you, it is something I found extremely upsetting.
I'm not sure if you'd want to know, I think the world should know.
Now it's not revealed, we're curious to know what it is! But if we know, we may wish we had not known it. Have I guessed it - FGM?
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