Tag: poem
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Jewels and revolutions
Want a Montague form a queue, too many damn Capulets So many dangling amulets spanning my neck, glamorous The gold’s hammered like England vs anyone I think we should storm the GPO annually Just to let them know we’re here and still angry You can walk on him but only so far you can pushy…
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lumpme
Don’t lump me in with them So far ahead of the pack I’m lapping Tip to toes involved with hoes now that’s an apparent pattern I need to vary Depressed like I buried my parents but the words are neverbetter Poems flowing out quicker than red setters with coinín scent Lightning shaped like viking letters…
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Cults operating openly in dark Catholic Ireland
Crucified kids in Palmerstown, reports of devil children Living normal lives in England, reintegrated for Satan A lot went on when the church were the state We’ve only seen its tip, the iceberg’s bloodstained Chasubles worn during rape, mockeries in the chancel Child thievery, adolescent concubinage Orphans dissimilated from behind, collared crimes Yet none are…
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The craft
Vanishing triangle how I manage to inveigle myself with high ranking masons Met one at a wine tasting, he embraced me in that coded way, said two days Hence visit me at Molesworth Lodge, history the rest, learnt secrets inherent in henges Learnt the emptiness of vengeance and to hide the devil behind the gentleman…
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Feel it in my bones
Evil in my marrow, in my gore, inheriting the impaler’s title Vision narrows like a foreshortening arrow before goring your visor I’m awake with the owls and foxes Moon like a stained glass copy of itself Head in a box, no return address to doxx Now comes the hour, this time is ours Cock that…
Alchemisland 