.Soldiers march inside my mouth
Slide down my throat, crawl inside my womb
And leave a hand grenade in my son's arms
Pre-birth occupation
You wait for them to grow up and shoot us unarmed
Dear black Madonna
How many hail Mary's?
Project holy water, bless these load.
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