This piece is forged on the blueprints of time,
It mimes the cries of a child who daily dies,
From the use of abuse which exudes from the hands of a fornicating,
Adulterous father and mother who...
Tries to hide her battered thighs which went too high while she
Was performing her evil deeds... see...
Yesterday I witnessed an infant in her infancy,
Her infant self seemed to let out an unprotected sneeze which seemed to
Freeze...
Both conscious and unconscious minds,
Between her sneeze she seemed to say,

"Mynd ova matta is wat my mynd indwels wen nothin els matta's,
Mynd ova matta is wat my mynd indwels wen nothin els matta's,
When there is no one and nothn els beta,
When there is a war in the wold of mynd's wearing blak belts and the ice
Melts and streams flow on cheeks lyk fingas on velvet
And the 31st in line stomaks the Agust dust and busks in hunger and
busks
In hunger and busks in hunger and..." (Baby talk)

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Black August all the way through to white December
And I swear I saw father christmas as an Illuminati member,
Breaking new year’s resolutions on valentines day and mid june...
Apartheid was resurrected and murdered again with much rage,
Without Mandela's peace...
An infant speaks a million words... but untill death... we shall never know