I try to get some sleep,
I heard that my time is up.
By the next morning,
I will have to follow.
A hand grabs me in the dark,
Puts a black bag over my head.
Pulls me away from my comfort,
Away from the ones I love most.
I get bashed in my face,
It hurts so bad.
I cry out in anguish,
I get beat till I'm dead.
Why do we have to suffer?
Just because you want to celebrate?
The birth of one,
Who is believed to be second to none?
You may believe in your beliefs,
And claim you do not sin.
Yet you claim the lives,
Of my brothers, sisters, and me.
Erratic Behaviour + Feeling Man,
Searching for the lost Turkey Boy....
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