This is not the way<\/p>\n
I expected you would see me<\/p>\n
slung across \u00a0a paving lost and gone<\/p>\n
with my guts strewn out<\/p>\n
a sickening manifestation<\/p>\n
yes my dears it just goes on and on<\/p>\n
–<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
how we suffer at the hands<\/p>\n
of the Fareoese<\/p>\n
they murder us<\/p>\n
their violence is unique<\/p>\n
its like a wall of blood lust<\/span><\/p>\n provided for the meek<\/p>\n <\/p>\n we make no claims on people<\/p>\n we swim the oceans blue<\/p>\n there is no rhyme or reason<\/p>\n what we do is true<\/p>\n so to feel the wrath and evil<\/p>\n of the Faroe Islanders who<\/p>\n drag us like some vile creation<\/p>\n and cut us in two<\/p>\n <\/p>\n they butcher us<\/p>\n they violate every<\/p>\n mortal sin<\/p>\n barbarians of bluster<\/p>\n hell cats wearing thin<\/p>\n inflaming in us<\/p>\n feelings that detonate inside<\/p>\n irascible and aggressive<\/p>\n for we have no place to hide<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I lay here clearly helpless<\/p>\n my guts spilled for the world<\/p>\n I never goaded anyone<\/p>\n as the mists of time<\/p>\n were swirled<\/p>\n above me and beyond me<\/p>\n in space tis now I be<\/p>\n wondering if it will ever end<\/p>\n when we are free<\/p>\n <\/p>\n These islanders<\/p>\n have issues<\/p>\n tradition tells them we<\/p>\n are food fit for their table<\/p>\n its no secret we can see<\/p>\n our bodies laced with toxins<\/p>\n the sickness brought on by<\/p>\n the corporate affliction<\/p>\n of dumping out the sky<\/p>\n they jettison their evil<\/p>\n into our sweet domain<\/p>\n and we of course now harbour it<\/p>\n the work of your insane<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I lay here, just a body<\/p>\n torn and left to rot<\/p>\n my guts strewn so your eyes can see<\/p>\n I am ready for their pot<\/p>\n ready to fill their stomachs<\/p>\n the toxins to reach their brain<\/p>\n there clearly is no end in sight<\/p>\n for your whole world seems insane<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is not the way I expected you would see me slung across \u00a0a paving lost and gone with my guts strewn out a sickening manifestation yes my dears it just goes on and on – how we suffer … Continue reading