Tag: apocalypse
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Homemade TNT
My homemade grenade proves ground raising, new grave no spade Tumult and rubble, too much fucking trouble, underground rumblings Oarfish dying surface rising, sure signs of earthquakes coming In Chile, a farmer shocked at a four-headed calf birth In Bosnia, a child seen in bat form taking wing Birth of Manbat Batboy’s accomplice Fast as…
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No room at the inn of my bunker
All the things I’ve seen, how I’m not mad a Marian miracle Thank Granddad for my grandiloquence, flick off the spent ash Move my head like I was avoiding the cast of a slick peltast I might be dyslexic but those ominous letters spell disaster Get out of here now and not after, provisions loaded…
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Pulsing apocalyptic psychodrama
Schism rhythms Bloodied meridians Prison scions Incestuous offspring Cannibal offerings Familial orgyings Roman delinquency Widespread illiteracy New medieval Rebirth of evil Age of spider queens Rubbish in the streets Hanged seditionists swaying Once heaving busy quays Empty radioactive bays Long enough blade Put Ricard to shame Brains you’re eating Confer prion diseases Henges you’re raising…
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Blitz Blitz Blitz
Steel screaming reaping reavers like terrifying pteradactyls Spear’s tip, provisions at the rear fortifying each taken inch, sight unreal Bends yet at British steel; years more we can take! say they, no mayday No surrender, go hell for leather, rusted squares on metal stretchers Long stretches of blasted city All scree, choking debris, cleft masonry…
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Vanity ending
Dull sanity’s surfeit blanches planned child planet, and all vanity Vanishes as gleaming spires millennia highering are lain as Atlantis Below below cold cod-cursed Atlantic, with Hy-Brasil and the Yanks Seven years before the apocalypse, Ireland will sink in mercy to the Irish More frequent dreams of a red Mersey screaming, gleaming slaughterine Sun’s horses’…
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