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A book burned, critical care lost

More bodies for the growing pile

Murdering a woman to protect a woman

A palpable irony, is it not?

Meanwhile, they seek to plant their parasites

In the wombs of those they swore to guard

Disallowing removal even if it costs their lives

At least it isn't you, right?

Why should you care if someone dies?

At least it isn't your kid

Your abuse beat that right out of them

Sure, you drove them to suicide

But at least you didn't have to find out

Your daughter was a son, or your son a daughter

Your comfort matters that much, after all

If my existence is a transgression

Upon the holy light

Then why was I created as I am?

I refuse to enslave myself to a hateful god

I reject the order you've forced upon me

If my existence gives you discomfort

Then I will gladly push that needle deeper into your skin