Daily Dying, Murdered By The Law Of The Land

Daily Dying, Murdered By The Law Of The Land, As it sent out it’s troops numbered 4.

All Armed like an Armed Burglary, there Lips like the snakes whisper.

Theft Of Goods stolen from Me, of those that Claim to Protect Me, but in reality there words are Fraud.

They hold a Paper, Linking to a Form of Blackmail of Me, Too attack Me, they one they Seek.

There Crime is a Business of Extortion, hidden by the Badges they wear, to seek an destroy & without care.

They care not that I am disabled, but steal all to raise up slander & lies against me.

By Coercion they take me in, for a crime, they want on me to Pin, a crime of there creation & not of my own, but of there’s who put it out there.

To cover up their crime, they Arrest Me, exploiting me to there Tyrannical System, Disabled Broken Boy I Am, When the Protectors turn Tyrants on You.

Interviewed & accused, this Disabled Broken Boy, not Amused, Of there Abuse.

Returning Home, Feeling Drained, this Disabled Broken Boy, returns home on the train.

Murdered By The Law Of The Land, of my accusers who can get away with Breaking the Law, an set up for their plan.

The Pain Deep Inside of the Murder they have done, of this Disabled Broken Boy, As Hitler once again, has Targeted the Disabled.

 

 

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