<≪≪ In My Slaughter House
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Abdul Wahab
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In my slaughter house
I do not kill
Rather I spill pain
Into the purple shore where
A teen is raped
And count blood
Into the red sprinkle of rain when
A man is murdered
In my slaughter house
I do not cut
Rather I grow grass
Upon the wiles of greed
And graze the beast
Across the meadows of lies
in my slaughter house
I swear
i do not cut or kill
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