Imagine the darkness<\/p>\n
Imagine it well<\/p>\n
out on the ice floe’s<\/p>\n
heaven<\/p>\n
then hell<\/p>\n
a beautiful vista<\/p>\n
of innocence white<\/p>\n
patterns of ice<\/p>\n
are a wonderful sight<\/p>\n
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Imagine a baby<\/p>\n
one little soul<\/p>\n
sat on the ice<\/p>\n
in compete control<\/p>\n
gazing across the great<\/p>\n
whiteness beyond<\/p>\n
impressed by the vista<\/p>\n
and that extreme bond<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
tasting his mothers milk<\/p>\n
creamy it be<\/p>\n
soothing nutrition<\/p>\n
so longingly<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the sky is as blue<\/p>\n
as a sky could be<\/p>\n
and the bluest of bergs<\/p>\n
floats out in the sea<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
peacefulness<\/p>\n
everywhere<\/p>\n
slumber and be<\/p>\n
taking in<\/p>\n
all of this true<\/p>\n
artistry<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
wait!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
there’s a boat<\/p>\n
and men clad in blue<\/p>\n
picks in the hands<\/p>\n
what will they do<\/p>\n
drench them in blood<\/p>\n
their own blood that squirts<\/p>\n
out of their skulls<\/p>\n
my goddess it hurts<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
smashed by these vile sods<\/p>\n
these mercenary creeps<\/p>\n
a sweet baby shreik’s<\/p>\n
as innocence reaps<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the dying baby<\/p>\n
is ripped from its floe<\/p>\n
and dragged across the ice<\/p>\n
and we now know<\/p>\n
its blood trail<\/p>\n
its gore trail<\/p>\n
its agony, we<\/p>\n
witness, we witness it<\/p>\n
we<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
sink on our knees<\/p>\n
our heads in our hands<\/p>\n
is there a mortal<\/p>\n
that understands<\/p>\n
the ways of those devils<\/p>\n
who kill now and maim<\/p>\n
so that they can have their skin<\/p>\n
its all part of the game<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The trader in Sydney<\/p>\n
who markets them all<\/p>\n
a dastardly man<\/p>\n
a vile living ghoul<\/p>\n
who makes up the skins<\/p>\n
in Ankara he<\/p>\n
sells them to Princes<\/p>\n
and starlets who see<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the beauty of wearing a dead babies<\/p>\n
skin<\/p>\n
the blood on their hands<\/p>\n
it never wears thin<\/p>\n
the cries of those innocent babies<\/p>\n
they’ll hear<\/p>\n
on their own death beds<\/p>\n
loud in their ear<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
those seals they were angels<\/p>\n
and those of you who<\/p>\n
support Harvey Nichols<\/p>\n
and others who do<\/p>\n
the basest of selling<\/p>\n
profits for gore<\/p>\n
they will never be prophets<\/p>\n
and that is for sure<\/p>\n
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Imagine the darkness Imagine it well out on the ice floe’s heaven then hell a beautiful vista of innocence white patterns of ice are a wonderful sight Imagine a baby one little soul sat on the ice in compete … Continue reading