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perversley an in accordance
wae mad men a tried tae
conterfeit ma future but
successfully a succumed tae
the lies of the past.In ma mair
lucid moments a new they wir
pure pish,if only hindsights eye
wiz mair pronounced cause am
distressed an dismayed it how
easily a wiz played and
persuaded tae believe thit two
an two wir five,disgracefully
and owtrageously a hiv
complied wae the greatist of
lies.
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As a listen tae the rich syllables dripping fae her mooth ma heart
beats a little faster.
A wish a could jist embrace
the impending disaster.
As a watch the curl of her
lip in pontificating splendour
ma blood runs that little bit
quicker..A wish a could jist
imbibe some mare liquor
A feel her bite intae ma bone
an unsuspecting marrow her
saliva is copiously flowin.
If a could jist get tae grips wae
this sense a foreboding
She engenders hatred an
malignancy in ma heed.
An invocation tae war
not peace. As she endeavours tae
render me as inconsequentially benign.
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Don't trouble me with your sacrosanct fetish for god.
Your arrogant conclusions,despotic delusions and
child like confusions are an anathema to me!
Blind faith hiz nae place in ma existence,
where a live catechism is ma king and provider,
the holy spirit a large hadron collider.
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A shrivelled presence.
A mere shadow.
Curled tightly in
foetal submission
unconscious tae owr
subconscious fears.
Eyes dart back
an fourth amongst
the participants in
this ritual of ruination.
Never lingering though
fir fear of also
being snared in
the abyss's gaze.
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It rains own the fringe
doon the barrel of a syringe
bit doesnae impinge
own a generation raised
own intangible dreams
Promises made an broken
some real and others unspoken
live's wir left Floatin
own a truculent an barren
landscape of limited means
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