By Thomas Caterer
You rape my daughter
First blood is spilled
So I kill your son
It’s unending slaughter
The beast’s stomach’s never filled
A vengeful cycle’s never done
Small mouths, big guts
hungry ghosts’ despair
a curse brought on by unchecked greed
Hands twist in chains leaving deep cuts
no spirit or soul left here to repair
no meat left on the bone, no way for your children to feed
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