Tag: irish
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C R O W
Smart as a crow and as close with Odin My feet went cloven so with so much smoking Skin brindled, turning oaken Entifying from the trees I’m toking Flying entities harass me, like I’m blind and they’re harpies My heart pierced constantly at last falls to you-pleasing pieces Finally, I am peeled back like the…
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Signs of times kill diviners
My bands are held in sackcloth bags, transit to the bank Men the size of tanks march alongside the brinks van in ranks Seeing obvious daytime violence, toothless beggars vile, signs of times Written everywhere like graffiti tags along a subway train’s flank, crimes Committed so openly that satan is never lonely, chill down my…