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mcenemys no into ceasefires
ahm on dopiethin hydrochloride

so sedated bustin blisterpack
& what day we on anyway

gotta get it in yr system
gotta let it take effect    75mg

2 each night     avoid alcohol
avoid drivin     45 @ 33 rpm

ahm a poorly dubbed film
th good   th bad   th fuckin ugly

thinkin outta sync
ahm foto in long exposure

still
round ghosted cities turnin

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streetlights r birthday candles wich aa blow
make ma wish as rain blurs th a/c d/c o mightcity
largactyl dreamin o 1st electric chair in this place

cross ma fingers & ee rounds corner from burgerking
sweatin 1/4 pounders     ma fat & greasy il duce slips down wet
                                                                                                  steps
& into arms o nemesis hoo has lost both hands

strappd t th pulsin throne they ride & writhe th gether
alive in memory o shock as aa point t iz fallen meat
& scream
                           now dya want fries wi that

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mcenemy
sent down
& ahm 1/2 way thru
oiled blueblack
o nightfall

headphones
achin wi
cemetery songs
sax bruisin blues
mourns our loss

beyond bridge
where only
dream remains
bones sharp
t windblade

& a submergin
in memory o
evades
gravities
chokehold

only so long
slab seekin
horizontal
wich 1st
surrendered form

seein kim
cut into stone
aa grab weans &
race for future til
past takes hold again

***

wean chases gaudy rag held hi on wind then returnd
slow whip kite tail loops lazy kissin ground small footsteps

tellin where she has been but no where shes headed
as jeannie struggles wi iz circle o rope tightnin ma neck

curlews pibroch replays below hills crest where 2 nations
collided & wind hurls fist full o shriekin feathers thru me

crescent o wing skims deepnin sky birds laf fin thru
storm as aa cry into chill o mcenemy huntin us down

***

bonfire nights early this year
sky riotin as ribs o ma lasses car

r barbecued by this guy bought in
by mcenemy t fuck us over good

fiststuffed wi 20s for iz pains
notes crisp as gunpowder

eyes blue as petrol deep as hate
never miss a beat ma enemys

callin card gallows
humour burnin outta control

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neon graffiti
scream in
suck ma dick bitch

is jeered
by other slogansneerin
ha    ha

insignia o militias
hoo cant spell hate
so they shout

fag     me learnin
t reply s oo glad
yu can read

jaws drop
they dont
even make fist

as aa walk on
proud in tee shirt
o me breathin fire

& th slogan
     this faggot
     ignites easily

but aa hit
cul de sac
end eyes

blackenedblue
chucked
by city

for good or bad
sobbim
t anthrax night