Time has reached September, the Nein Month; the Month of the Long Knives.
A massacre will be committed without an obligation to care ;), without a moral compass.
Sharpen the knives, load the gun, slip those knuckle dusters on, get ready for the stink-eye.
The children will not hear the warning siren.
Their blood will run deep down into the drains.
You will sit in your bedroom below the scene of the crime.
The blood will seep through the carpet and fall,
Drop by drop until your skin is red.
"You love her like a dog loves its owner."
"And the owner loves the dog for so doing."
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