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48, Joan of Arc, Armed with jesuits bark
21, punctured limb, branded on a whim.
An unplanned child is a terrifying thing,
but the leiutenant brings, what the lieutenant brings.
There is a cell, that's monitored,
By cold machines, in hospital.
There is a cell, that's monitored,
And we all look on in fear.
19, does as much as let by her harsh touch.
65, terrified, yet to be informed.
An unplanned child is a terrifying thing,
But he's made by strength, and strength he shall bring.
Here it is round again, another saving grace,
Here we are arms in arcs, set to let him in.
An unplanned child, is a terrifying thing,
First the lieutenant shreds, then the leiutenant cleans.
There is a cell,
By cold machines,
There is a cell,
Who doubts the work of their instincts.