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Omagh

Where did you put your brains?
Where did you put your balls?
Blood and bones not yours
Spread an evil message.
Write death on a baby's pram.
A satchel, blood soaked, spills its books
"Kill" is the word you wrote there
for dead eyes to read.
Make your brains from gunpowder
Use bombs for your balls
Let a pistol be your penis.

Did you think incomplete?
Did you feel your lack of balls?
Did you think you were empty?
Did you know you were a coward?
Did you think to make yourself
complete from others broken lives?
Did it make you feel big
to know you killed so many?
Make your brains from gunpowder
Use bombs for your balls
Let a pistol be your penis.
Terrorists have to be sexually impotent to feel the need to make their mark on the world in such a savage, barbaric and obscene manner.
Ieke

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