Tag: irish writers
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90 most haunted angle 90
Magic is like a mushroom One head before thine eye Scarce belies abundant bloom Subterranes, fearful sky One million unique crafts Cults of infinite variety Masterplan master’s laughs Engulfed flames the piety Piles of hewn noses Cleft to spite faces Red paint reed raised Moses Death these vile places Erase thereof traces Multitudinous as the…
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It Smells Like Burning Templars In Here

When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae How you feel about me: a salt bay April is Aries gearing up to Assault May. You’re salty saline Temple at prod crumble like praline Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen. Lighting up the sky it’s divine I’m like an invasion of aliens…
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Revenge
My life a mountain, it’s Greek climesAn island of poet kings old rhymesDays of the dog, a corpse consigned to the bogRises up coated in peat slime.His veins are emptyHis pains which in his life drove him insaneGone spun away like wind vanesHe will kill plenty, fold twentyHis gaze still insane he trainsSights on them…
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It smells like burning templars in here
Jawbone of an ass the might of iron outclass, he’s fast and whorls in the massMighty and mightier avast ye, he his foes outlasts with energies untappedBlood and mud the mire a morass forces him to wadeWeregild overpaid the rage of unchained slaves to men made A system maintained by others caged that rage only…
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7 7 7
I’m in a grid of spheres, it’s odd, 777 added totals the tiersThe lightning fork the branches veer toward Yesod from Hod; Mortal to GodTower in the fog: laid out on cold stone the tat of old croneSplayed out her bold bones the twats I’ve old known and outgrown like kid’s bones.Charms spun on bone…