Tag: miracles
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Knock shrine
Channeling streams like a culvert Got the runs drinking Bulmers Rarely run, own loads of runners Invites rarely come, loads of cunts In Dublin proper Quiet courtesy the riot-leaking blockades which have stopped traffic The Spire looks like Its propping up the sky. If they could use the tip of that spike To get heroin…
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Back Again
Wroth to these puffins, beaking in the beakless place Breaking into the breakless place, the face That smiles between ages, the sages haste To his fabled grace, his blood the greatest grape His sap the wine of Spring, his lap the lamb’s nape His lance the rape and ruin of complacent evil Wicked cities will…
Alchemisland 