Tag: creative writing
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Gloamlifestolen
Men will get ‘ssaulted like medieval meat Not everyday, I’m not that man you meet Haunting dimly lit streets in Rometown’s east Rats feed, diseased fleas fleeing them Ripper, ridding London of priests.
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O’rion
Irish tyrant Big iron for try hards My contents a hit parade Your oeuvre not worth its paper Your countenance like hit grenade. Boyne maps Orion All my toil and trying fruitless Like burnt Eden, smile toothless Tore out Ruth’s book, I’m ruthless Routes to my roots with each toot Die in my boots.
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headaround
You going around my head like I was putting on my jumper Like a hangman’s noose, hearing the final trumpet You click I move; you Geppetto, me the puppet.
Alchemisland 