'You're killing the children, you're hurting them' My grandmother would shriek As my grandfather tossed us into haystacks and dungpools 'Who else wants to be killed' he would call, As my grandmother flapped around him in panic. My grandfa… | By animalizard on September 23, 2024 | 'You're killing the children, you're hurting them' My grandmother would shriek As my grandfather tossed us into haystacks and dungpools 'Who else wants to be killed' he would call, As my grandmother flapped around him in panic. My grandfather was my soul, and when he died, all the lights went out And they stayed out. Not a single man has since managed to send a flicker Along those electric lines. | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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