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a veiled curse

By the powers of fire and earth unto me.

I curse thee said nature.

I curse thee, you angered me.

Feel the fire of hell in your bones.

Feel the scream of a thousand condemned souls.

Feel the bloody battle field of world war two.

Feel it, like it were you.

Every month for days 4

You, shall feel your Blood pour

Eek your strength.

And bring you pain.

Every month for days 4

You shall be one with a womb sore

Feel the moon's turn.

Pay fertility's price.

I curse thee for you're a girl.

And this is only a man's world.

◄ dear dad

your electric touch ►


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