re: #100 Rides a Pale Horse

As I awoke this morning
when all sweet things are born
A robin perched upon my sill
To signal the coming morn

The bird was fragile, soft and gay
And sweetly it did sing
And thoughts of happiness and joy
Into my heart did bring

I smiled softly at the cheery song
And as it paused, a moments lull
I gently closed the window
AND CRUSHED IT’S FUCKING SKULL

a yellow bird, with a yellow bill
was sitting on, my window sill
i lured him in, with a piece of bread
and then i smashed his fucking head

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