Scuba diving at night with a moon-brightened harpoon
Sharks chomping back
Dripping like a wetsuit
Can’t get the set wet so a trooper from my troupe lets me stomp across his back
Don’t take soup, don’t heed advice
Don’t need wisdom from a pillock with your life
I have a pistol I’m pissed off
Never breathless from hours on the bike
Predator yes but I’ve got depth
On the church steps trying to feel his breath
The ground opened at his death
The land drank the rest
Red rain when Jesus Wept
Alchemisland 
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