They took my young and innocent and ripped them to pieces. I could feel the texture of their hands as I fell into their blood. What poetic horror can describe my present mind, when there on the ground, I heard them still breathing? I said, "With such an evil, there can be no God." But such an evil wouldn't be evil at all, if that were so. So this I cling to: vengeance for their blood, and annihilation for my enemies.
This is heavy. Why did you delete Club Monozac? It hit me very close to home.
ReplyDeleteI felt it came across as a kind of moralizing discharge, or something quite the opposite of what was on my mind. But I'm happy to hear you liked it! Maybe I'll put it back up.
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