Prosthetic lambs.

Under Weight and mobile irons in renegade 

The balance of a rebalanced burning pyre

I noted angst Of a Childhood separatedAnd timed out 

by a mako noting that we all whale.

the return of residual anger of a fumigated 

nest of debased sin lies and rules 

By using syllables Stuffed with nonsense 

Programming Prosthetic limbs 

and stop blaming imagery of skulls Found Present 

And corrected in graves of Stone Age.

As you whipped me and I whipped you 

And we swore on spitfires and bloody hands 

no war For ten languages and a century.

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Instrumental deterants that will be used

As I drink to the wait of the bar and lift 

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To reveal the self harm of beliving in

The makers and forgetting the target

The broken bones of centurion red.

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To spin it again in parks and comic booked trees.

Swallows nesting in pans of a blacken out kettle.

Of a cast neither can afford.

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As you whipped me and I whipped you 

And we swore on spitfires and bloody hands 

no war For ten languages and a century.

a cast that neither can afford.