Tag: occult
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A hopeless March
Misery again Sinking, like I went walking through Lincolnshire Fen A sheer fence weak defence against enemy offensives Constantly on the defensive Waiting for something to let slip I tighten the slip into a noose Buds to nip, the final snooze Head heavy as a mounted moose Continuing tantamount to self abuse I must self…
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Collywobbles
Shirtless like models standing outside Abercrombie shops Immodest, need Imodium if I’m honest Way she’s slopping can’t be low on sodium Demons whispering speeches to me beneath the podium
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Recruiting for the final war
The prodigals are out recruiting again Quoting Chronicles, Judges, Kings. Old mischiefs abroad. Afoot again Old ruses, youth confusers: Dolce Et Decorum Est, Pro Patria Mori Hoping the strongest and truest men, those hungriest for glory Will fall in gory step if temperance Be upheld as some measure of meekness, kindness as well Became a…
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Baron
Hang them high was my motto, until it was I that was to be hanged Revered flying ace eats flak over Greenland Wolflaugh then a distant bang Everything’s eventual, friend, and that’s that. How quickly things change: quick as windwhipped pages Parade indexwise from contents.
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Her vagina was the saga-secreting wound in the back of a dying Valkyrie
Darker and dark those arts I practiced More brutal whips were cracked Until her latticed flank resembled the Nazarene’s back And still she came back She came and came and came, and drank All that came Lank days, greased straight In that post-beef languor Full sex no hang ups Had to leave sorry notes up…
Alchemisland 