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Dissecting a Dove
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A Scar is Born Good morning America...today in class we will be dissecting a countless number of delicate doves,
But before we proceed to the lab, please remember to follow my instructions closely and put on your shielding safety goggles and gloves.
Take a moment of silence to honor those who have heroically fought and met their fatality for you before we begin,
I guarantee you that as long as you listen to your leaders' corrupted commands carefully, you will continue to conquer and win.
Please make sure that your wicked workstations are neat and that there are no traces of bloodstains on your lab-coats,
If anyone dares to ask why it looks like a battlefield within these four walls, we'll blame Biology and use Science as our sadistic scapegoat.
If the media finds out, we'll try to cover this sick surgery up and claim it was all just an act of self-defense,
The doves are a danger to us and must be eliminated and executed at any expense.
...Breached birds with broken bones and wretched wings forfeit their freedom and have no chance to revive,
With their fate and future now in the hands of an army of hawks, we'll dissect this prisoner of war alive...
Ignore the anesthesia and novocaine on the table; it is our deepest desire for the dove to truly feel the pain that it is about to endure,
No matter what medicine or pills or placebos we provide to treat the injured or ill, from this contaminated cancer there is no cure.
Slice away our unsalvageable sins with the scalpel and leave a permanent scar both in the mind and on the heart,
Pick up the poisoned pigeon and use all the animosity you have to viscously rip its wicked wings out and apart.
Shove the laryngoscope down it's toxic throat so it can choke on its own lies and alibis until it realizes that it can never again take off for flight,
Use the clamps to stop the bleeding and stitch the severed skin back up so it doesn't stain with blood and forever remains white.
Grab the stethoscope to make sure our wounded soldiers of salvation no longer have any sort of a heartbeat,
Gather up the abhorrent, atrocious ashes of our evidence and peacefully scatter them in the innocent enemies' empty cages throughout the vacant street.
...Blissful birds promoting peace and using their wings as waving white flags have no hope in Hell to survive,
With their tragedy being acted out in the tainted talons of a hawk, this freebird will be restrained in shackles and permanently buried alive...
Goodnight class...tomorrow America will be dissecting an infinite number of deplorable doves,
With their extinction just over the horizon, they must flap their wounded wings once again in order to take control of the falling skies above.
