The Butcher
- rnowak115
- Dec 4, 2024
- 1 min read
Woe to America!
The world its abattoir; MyLai its logo.
Blood from Gaza to 'Nam, ever-rising,
Dyes the land.
America, your star is falling!
Your sun is sinking!
Your moon, weeps, weeps, weeps.
My friends call me Cassandra because of the accuracy and acuity of my observations and prognostications. Our species is wonderfully worthy of its fate.
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