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Text · May 24, 2024

You Stole My Son

Taste of Tamid
Taste of Tamid

You Stole My Son

More than one

At least you tried to

Dreamed he’d fight you

Instead he ran

Circling around

In pristine perfection

You’re the perfect clown

Bnei aliyah

Your nemeses

Your Jabber claws

Our enemies