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Beat, maim, kill a child

Bomb and starve the defenseless

Claim it justified, claim it deserved

Claim it self-defense

The rose of innocence

Plucked before its bloom

Its petals fade and fall

Only withered thorns remain

The earth will not forget

It will not forgive

What was done to its child

You will not be granted succor

But, of course, you are innocent

You are just a child

How could we be so misled

By your advanced age?

By your predatory eyes?

Your rotted, twisted roots

Tangled and gnarled

By your deceit

Shall fell you

Berate, laugh, act a monster

Call for more death in glee

Claim it nonsense, claim it innocence

We'll claim your life as payment