Son Day Poem about Heathens and the Meek

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Inheritance by Benjamin Stone

She and Me, United.

Heathens imagine themselves holy.

And are certain the holy are damned.

Until the point accountability comes

Then who is the real fucking Man?

Because it’s not you,

You abusive fucks.

Fucking the mother at birth—

It’s US who’ll survive!

The holy will thrive.

And we shall inherit the Earth.

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