2 He lets me pry open a dead pit bull's jaws,
he leads me beside dirty rape stands,
3 he restores my soul, after each bloody dog fight.
He alerts me to the sight of a cur
to protect my holy name sake.
4 Even though I walk
through pits filled with dog entrails, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for you, my breakstick, are with me;
your rod and your staff,
which allow me to justify torturous killing...
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ReplyDeleteHorrific photo... Great Poem on break sticks...
ReplyDeletenevermind the poor abused pitbull.....what of its victims?
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