Slop, gruel and cruelty for slaves

Unphased, USA seems far away

Far as Botany Bay from where I’m laying

Noting down everything the stars are claiming

Taking inspiration from the sermons, saints and satan

Leaving the Napalm Death gig in 1996, ducking ticket bashers

Slash you with a hook for your shirt, shoes, gimme all your shit

Just a kid but still attempted a whirlwind kick, prick was dead

Kneeling like a pentinent on the cement, kick from the Quran got a crescent

Sent him down to the devil from whom I’m claiming descent, limbs undulating

My storm of blows in form like a waveform, superposition how I hit from every angle

Snare drum off for the Saint of Anger, Saint of Killers I can’t be vanquished

My greatness vouchsafed by angels, ages long my grail quest

Obsessed, crestfallen, a knight of dubious, tarnished honour

Sonorous sound of nearby bells, batdwelling my hellish belfry.

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