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She - the devil

Prolonging the abortion of the whole world

She - the arbiter

of our fates worse than death

She is brought to us on a silver platter

She is served to us by a sheltered elite

Her breath like a sweet poison

upon the slits in our tongues

Wherever we roam

this cancer is thrust upon us

However we dream

their feverish nightmare in tow

Our children playing in the dark

Their bound mothers bled dry

Our end promised above all

We welcome our downfall

She - carved on our malnourished husks

She - messiah of the great divide

Her broken back carries the festering wounds

of our societal breakdown

Her breath like a sweet poison

upon the slits in our tongues