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Broken mask of the heavenmother
Sifting through the scree of the sundered idols For a piece of debris with the missing portions of the queen’s visage Searching for her all-seeing eyes She has thighs tattooed: an ibex and her sacred tree Her graven vagina splayed, as if that repose conveyed fertility Likely of tripartite nature, forming the second of a…
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Smashing the asherim
Smashing the asherim, dash names from Annals Manful Anakim a hundred hands tall, even a giant can fall With the right sling, the right ball, just the right amount of force Asherah of the ibex and the sacred tree Roebuck in the thicket, goddess of three, Robert G muse had seen Historical scenes he could…
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Jewels and revolutions
Want a Montague form a queue, too many damn Capulets So many dangling amulets spanning my neck, glamorous The gold’s hammered like England vs anyone I think we should storm the GPO annually Just to let them know we’re here and still angry You can walk on him but only so far you can pushy…
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lumpme
Don’t lump me in with them So far ahead of the pack I’m lapping Tip to toes involved with hoes now that’s an apparent pattern I need to vary Depressed like I buried my parents but the words are neverbetter Poems flowing out quicker than red setters with coinín scent Lightning shaped like viking letters…
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Cults operating openly in dark Catholic Ireland
Crucified kids in Palmerstown, reports of devil children Living normal lives in England, reintegrated for Satan A lot went on when the church were the state We’ve only seen its tip, the iceberg’s bloodstained Chasubles worn during rape, mockeries in the chancel Child thievery, adolescent concubinage Orphans dissimilated from behind, collared crimes Yet none are…
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