.Am I'm sorry your sky went black?
Put your knives in babies backs.
Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's,
And Huxley too?
But I'm sorry Shakespeare was your scapegoat,
And your apple sticking into my throat.
Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails,
And your crucifixion commercial.
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