Slobodan Milošević
DOOM.
I am a BOLD, SOLID MAN!
I SOLVE!
I SAVE LIVES!
I LOVE MINE!
MINE CLEAVE, BOND - ME!
No one else solves as I do.
A VOCAL S.O.B., A BOLD VOICE.
A Slavic man is also a cold DEVIL.
BOOM!
Doves in blood.
I am MAD!
A mad man.
BLAME ME?!
A man boils.
I AM IN DENIAL.
A MAN DENIES BLAME as SLAVS lie in BLOOD on Slavic soil amid BOOMS as Slobodan said, DIE!
LEAVE SLAVES ALONE! NO MOVE!
I SAID SO! DO AS I SAID!
Slobodan’s men do as Slobodan said: LEAVE MEN ALONE in cold blood.
Cold bodies lain in soil on Slavic land as Slobodan led.
Slobodan is a devil on Slavic land.
BLIND MEN, BIND MEN.
Men SLAIN as a vile, evil man led.
DAMN!
No man is an island … Slobodan do all alone? NO.
Someone else is on all all Slobodan does.
A sad slob dies alone in a cell amid mold and boos.
No one is close. No one came. No one is moved.
Some mildness, smiles, calm come - a Slavic land - as Slobodan dies.
Men mend violins as love blooms in a Slavic land.
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