Body surely can’t stow another coffee
You’d be wrong to imply that mockery
Sting you no dock leaf, power level Battersea
Eating a battered eagle and seagull sausage for tea, dear
Deary me this fucking place is dreary
Rain like God’s tears, two tier policing
Streets a rat wouldn’t eat in
In a meeting thinking of killing myself
Sink full of dirty delf, dirty hair plastered back over my melon
Exerting energy borrowed from hell
Your first red pill was From Hell
My front garden is in front of hell
My life affronts those who in heaven dwell
Wrestling normality onto insanity
Brittle facade, my visage peeks out
No one speaks out, public culling
I will murder these members of government.
Alchemisland 
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