Found my cute puppy
Playing with the corpse, splashing,
Lapping up the blood.

Fathers rape their kids
At gunpoint as the rivers
Choke, red and bloated.

The skins hang like flags,
Severed breasts strung as banners:
Murder turned to art.

Yes, famon father,
I will rape your daugher but
At least she'll be fed.

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