Upon My Mother They Threw The Sinister
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Upon my mother they threw the sinister
Those that were black and sinister
And be still hiding;
And be more sinister
For them too the Black
Prepares I its own turn the Sinister
For
Does not who lives by the Sinister
Is taken by the Sinister,
That's not revenge, but Justice.
And Justice there be.
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