EXCUSE ME WHILE I PUKE

Excuse Me While I Puke

I hear screams of virgins looking at their innocence tortured. I see flowers hiding in The shadow covering their eyes with shame. I smell the putrid odors, fuming from the stench of bush meat eating scavengers. Forcing intimacy on cherubs and angels. I see abused women and children, giving up and dying because no one is looking for them.I saw the 1st lady of indifference at the mall caressing a Gucci collar for her lil poodle dog.I heard that birds still sing and flowers still bud -Right now cannot enjoy their contrite delight. My eyes are filled with blood. Is there anymore-Bizarreness TO Ignore AS I puke.

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