Category: Filí my pockets
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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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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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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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“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…
Alchemisland 