I have slaughtered little children
with my seven holy knives.
They were all of Eve's kin,
sinners.
Is what I do,
I save you from the devil.
But you are blind.
You do not want to see.
You make your own rules.
I am not a killer.
I am a prophet.
I am a martyr.
Grown ups hate me,
they have their god
that hates me,
but my god, the real god
the only god
the bible's god,
he will always love me
for I always did,
always,
only what he told me to do
only what he commanded me.
Junkyard Of Muses
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