We can’t make opinions about you
Because you’re going to chase us with a piece of wood
Don’t look at me this way
Take a look yourself
Stones taste like breads
Serpents taste like fishes
Don’t reduce me to peas
Making a speech about you is now a crime
Sorry to say this
Suffering is your favorite meal
The devil is your best friend
Don’t give me that look
You can let us down
But trying to kill us when we do the same
Can I ask you a question?
How did the blood of lam taste like?
There are lots of good hotels in Golgotha
Look at the way some sick people spelled in your books
If you kill
We’re gone
If you hurt
We cry
If we leave you
You’re angry
If we use free speech
You condemn us
You don’t want us to be robots
But statues from a museum somewhere unknown
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