A sort of clearing
\nAn avid throng
\nWho stands and watches
\nThough sees no wrong
\nThe innocent babies
\nOne by one
\nDecapitated in the sun<\/p>\n
You can feel their fear
\nTheir abject fright
\nThe mortal horror
\nIt can’t be right
\nMoments of terror
\nSeverity
\nHopelessness for all to see<\/p>\n
Imagine the children
\nWith their eyes
\nAnd young hearts open
\nAnd the poor goats cries
\nThey can hear the victims
\nAnd hear the thud
\nAs their heads are chopped
\nWith each splash of blood<\/p>\n
Seconds before they were lively souls
\nBabies with hopes and gentle roles
\nDragged and manhandled
\nDumped on the sand
\nClearly how could they understand
\nSo called religion and all that shite
\nAnd psychopath who think they are right<\/p>\n
Off with their heads thrown in a heap
\nWhere the children’s toes are about to weep
\nFresh warm blood upon their toes
\nSomething no child ever chose<\/p>\n
These abusive men sit on the ground
\nDead now to the shrieking sound
\nDespair and pain is all we see
\nand hear and it puts the wind up me
\nAll these so called religious fools
\nClearly witness the breaking of rules
\nEach life is stolen as each soul dies
\nTheir arrogance I do despise<\/p>\n
Sitting in the pools of blood
\nTheir hands and arms are red each thud
\nEach head tossed into the dreaded heap
\nI pray these bastards truly reap
\nAll the agony and all the pain
\nI hope it does come back again
\nTo torture them to fill their grief
\nWith really so much disbelief<\/p>\n
As for the victims innocence
\nTheir terror and that influence
\nCommiserations to them all
\nSadly they answered the final call
\nOn that ground they met their death
\nThey lost their right for further breath
\nAnd it was witnessed by one and all
\nThe innocent standing with the ghoul
\nThe whole village came along
\nAnd joined the sacrificial throng<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A sort of clearing An avid throng Who stands and watches Though sees no wrong The innocent babies One by one Decapitated in the sun You can feel their fear Their abject fright The mortal horror It can’t be right … Continue reading