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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
