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Tired Scribe
The scribe is tired Late now, long past Lyres of morning scorning night’s sultry castanets Wired like a steampunk wedding dress He casts out nets, hauls them in and finds abominations within Ten finned or no-finned supine writhelings writhing on his wet deck What had he done to deserve this, cruel tithes Shark bite into…
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DissBarred
See through your craft, pyrex lyrics Burn down your raft, fire ass lyrics In your wallet a perished prop durex In my wallet a rarified crop of flex Worthy bills They fan wide Fans far and wide Plans from which you cannot hide Plans involving your slow demise Neither all smiles nor miser Realest since…
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Pilgrims Walking – V
We are given, gifted, brave souls Such that the oft cowering are offscourings Bound for Gehenna’s rank mounds Temples of dirt and toxic mould Our head rounds should point to the sun Never down to the ground like a coward Let lion eyes beam out, let man be lionised Let Earth be wonderful, let us…
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Pilgrims Walking – IV
We have lamps inside us Whose light outshines us Shines outside us Shrine to holiness Lazaret of Lazarus Mage of Montserrat We are sheep with a wise husbandrist You are bondmen drifting in twisted chains Someone is grinning at widespread chagrin Someone is winning by this felling wind Silence is telling, loud is the shelling …
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Pilgrims Walking – III
Are you bound for Coventry, sirs? He is in bearing a laird In character a cur, clear liar His seals of office wholly undeserved His officers spurs you could not call earned Eyes covetous as a drake’s dream of jewels gleaming in its lair What Joyce called a heaventree Of stars spans the sky above…
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