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Inducing a mood
Extinguish the guiding lights All sense of the divine, and of science Revert to ruder times Imbue your savage lines with a primal jaggedness, and worrying ice Write by night using the right’s wicked companion Until the desk wax slick, the wick low Ride by night across Wicklow Darkness thick and sticky, never slow Write…
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Dose (South Wicklow)
Quick slow Into the jacks for a quick go of that snow makes talk slick Let’s talk links, let’s get around a table to talk and think Arguing harder than Mick Lynch With a spliff taking two hits Two digs for a yellow reg, two more for flinching I’m in my comfy chair gripping the…
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Result
Gothic space, place with gables and gargoyles Facing an icy lake some jilted bride died in in Victorian times Nowhere you can take me that I won’t speak plainly, be me, like Margoyles Everyday changing what my goal is, notoriously flighty though Praetorian might smite you with my gladius while I’m smiling, belly to spine…
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Loot type blue
Magnetic pull Everything invisibly instinctively insensibly reaching toward the sun Treating everyone to a Hollywood Lunch because we came in underbudget Troupe indulge my hankering for a full round of White Russians Weed ground to dust like temples underfoot by the spurned pride of Maluks Marduk’s shrine thrice burned, his furnace eyes light up the altar…
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Common sense voice
An hundred thousand cults in bold operation Idols wheeled out at allotted times, of triumph or strife, to approbation The Nations’ Leaders today were addressed, None present there represented the masses, it must be stressed, By a strange shady figure, well-dressed, called the Sheikh. Shaking with ecstasy, he glowed like a glitterball as lakes of…
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