Written by Chaka PX B. A. B. Y. Infant of resort, Dining with living ghost, I fed the lungs to the horse, Drawn my greed underneath. Resistance is real, I walk in the known town, Where eating of infants is a game, You birth in silence or you loose, Abomination for a stranger not to... Continue Reading →

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