You have to be healthy to have an operation
They swab your arm before a lethal injection
so you won’t get an infection?
Can’t get a job until you've had experience doing it
Poor finding money will soon loose it
Rich that loose money will find it soon
Enough years to kill but not to have a beer
Too much money in drugs
to cure an illness
Jail and death, the sickness of the poor
Power’s coin stamped with heads and tails
A priest that suffers little children to cum unto him
Reparations to who never suffered loss
Absurdity’s laugh echoes in the cover of night
A gag for the eyes is justice’s disguise
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Online)
- Published: November 19th, 2024 03:40
- Category: Unclassified
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