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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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    17th Feb 2026
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  • But I say to you that whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart

    Passengers freaked, pleaded take it easy As I bombed down Brewery Road in the motor, sports mode Skin rippled as sixes tripled Lips peeled back to reveal my molars Winged a squirrel, it exploded Born delinquent, no save reloading So I keep barrelling forward without slowing I’ve got lots of white but it’s not snowing…

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    17th Feb 2026
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  • Envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like

    Caregiver until my operation gets a mole Morality grey if you wanna keep a throne Hold down the fort, protect the home Off a cliff or through a window, you’re getting thrown Use darkness as a cloak, nothing harmless, make him croak Twilight is my robe, hangman with the rope Don’t pity him, this is…

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    17th Feb 2026
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  • “Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler, and whoever is led astray by it is not wise”.

    My drugs come upriver like a vole Strong spliff burns my throat Cold at the spot so I tighten the throw Fasten it at the throat like a superhero’s robe Counting out stolen souls Talk about life goals, gold I’ve loads so what I hold’s kept loaded Lucre makes a man loco, all my ropa…

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    17th Feb 2026
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  • Bugout

    Forced into foresight  Strange sights turn you cross eyed  Cross made of quartzite, and stone lions outside. Higher up than acolyte  In a sect who worships Orion, Shackled to a space jackal’s elaborate magnet. One mind this tribe, Insect mind, insect hive.

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    16th Feb 2026
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