Here Ye, Here Ye,
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People share their experiences meeting my inhuman scent
Or other's whom they know
That opened the shed,
Or the silent nothingness
that stenches their floor's cement.
Where I represent black and white
Where I am curated like a knife.
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Some smell fire,
Or burnt wood,
Even the stinging chills of my fried vocal cords
Wailing and burning,
Where they hear my skin sizzling like a sirloin steak,
Being cooked and served on a plate.
There are mixed reactions:
Some believe, others shocked,
unsure of what's behind the lock.
Yet, many still think I am a myth, a muse,
A late teenager whose anger fumed.
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People said that I was created through Feminist Theory,
Inspired by unfair tropes due to misandry,
On what happens when women have no autonomy,
And cannot have access to their own bodies:
A good girl who turned evil,
Targeting fiends and angels,
reigning myself over butchers
who made me their meat,
Now, they whine in the Sheep Keep!
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People often forget my gruesome death,
It's not a happily ever after
just theft.
You can't just see certain parts,
that represent my purity,
You also see the demented, dismembered, and discarded,
The residual death remembers clearly,
how devastating its end was,
and here, you pretend that it never was.
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I was a Boston Cattle, shoved through the land
A sacrifice was what the villager's had planned,
Satan's spawn, a weird freak,
An animal, the pleasure meat.
Moonlight came when I lit like a flame,
These are my ghost days.
Noah's Ark passes by timely,
And he represents how God spared me
Showing me my true purpose,
And how there is eternal depth,
Nothing you do will escape death.
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Remember, those who do not believe my story,
or those that presume a lie
will deduce their lives,
their spirit will be chained
They hold their religious rage.
Executed
There is no newspeak,
no muse,
just your actions and karmic juice.
Shovels don't just dig six feet deep,
your subordination is what my bird's keep,
Confess that you were bred by conservative freaks.
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You cannot hurt me,
all over weak threads ----
the truth you fled
now returns as eternal torment instead.
The Sheep Keep is where you will be,
Conservative Geeks, you cannot escape me!