Tag: sunday
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Satanic Trap (Poetry)
Look at the water From blue to pitch black I think we’ve been cursed Satanic trap Banish banish River choke to sand The tongue kills man Bring your crosses Bring your holy assemblies Raise God from the dead So we may kill again -K.M.O
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That (Poetry)
Watching from afar, folded into subtleties, that good spirit She sold herself, finally a mother, that good witch Like a deal with fingers crossed Like the smile in your own punch line Locked between mirrors, forgetting who’s who, that American game Juggling in a chemical circus, Irish remedy, that boiling blood Like a pot run…
OUR REFLECTION OUR IDOL 