The 6 million cried
Group divided by simple primal binds
Of psychology, atrocity, it was
The thing that bothered me
To do so so wantonly
Was a saddening dichotomy
So traveled the hand
That waived off their demands
And jettisoned the group with no remorse
And vicious plans
Inflammatory
The 6 million cried
This is a poem about ejaculating guys
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