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When the armor-bearer saw that Saul was dead, he too fell on his sword and died with him
She’s got more secrets for me to keep than Marnie by the sea Lately I’ve been exploring grief, Manchester by the Sea Emerging pruned and tear-bruised from hourlong showers Getting off my crestfallen chest The particulars of that death Forever etched upon my coin-edge memory Detailing that incitement, which I hight chief ‘mongst chemical glees…
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FondonLields
No qualms about stealing your alms Stones for cameras, codes for alarms Before it, get stoned, does no harm Shit’s second nature, system disarmed From northside estates To gated places for the elevated Down to Killarney I control the drugs, old minister like Harney Spending most time outside, like a carney Let dice decide, card…
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As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you
In my sights, caught like a headlight-hypnotised deer Teeth cerise from the haw. Gibbed him when I winged him in my eight seater Four figure litre capacity, dinosaur eater quad battery My kingdom defeater. Animal welfare seething Seeing my panda pelt seat covers Tasmanian Tiger nuggets crisping, golden lovely, in my Iranian-style oven They told…
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“opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand”
Body fresh as a Brennan’s loaf, not yet so yellow though. Burnt off my prints ages ago, Wore driving gloves for extra safety, blurry nights of excess and satiety. I’ve killed them in droves, you know (which you don’t, because I’m a pro) Shoved into holes Full fleshed some, others ash But mostly unindexed bones.…
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“Fire goes before him and consumes his foes on every side”.
Thanks for the invite But I felt incited to riot When you spoke about Palestine You delighted In genocide denial I went downstairs, pretending I was outside Smoking a fag to pass the time You believed me, I was lying I watched it, checked my watch My hand atop one of your stone lions Blisteringly…
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