The children of the faroes

The picture book
Springs open and on its illustrious pages
The children of the Faroes Islands
Have its seems for ages
Been witness to the carnage
Babies flesh and gore
Spot the whales wild as can be
This is what life’s for
.
Family pods out in the sea
Such excitement now there be
Each displaying happiness
And another grind brings all the stress
Drag them in and cut them down
Slice their heads off
Watch them drown
In their own blood
A powerful force
With the children learning Yes of course

Psychopathic messages
See them writhing
Watch them die
Watch the mean intelligence
As the mothers how they cry
But not the children
They will gloat
As they watch tHese baby souls
Of note
Perish in the salty brine
Look At them now all in line

The children’s warm hearts turned to ice
Dependent on the throw of dice
Against the Pilots who were doomed
Soon in the islanders guts entombed
This the full on horror, we
Witness it here tragically

And there’s the war ship
Denmarks force
The Triton maybe
To enforce
Its become the other eye
Drenched in blood
For those who die
This is what creations for
So retards can just
Stage their war

The picture book
Springs open wide
The children’s faces all inside
Laughing sitting on the dead
Its their story before bed