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Defying Deities

Oh, so that’s the manifesto, isn’t it

That the rest of us have to drag out

On our bloody and bruising knees

Just to reach you, just to touch you

Like a self-serving punctilious deity?

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But has it ever occurred to you

That you’re just not worth it?

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Because attempts aren’t enough, no

We have to break in the better side

Of us until you proclaim that we’re

Worth it, still refusing to get down

From the pedestal you built yourself

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But has it ever occurred to you

That we just don’t give a fuck?

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And if we were all to go beyond such

Immeasurable bounds of that declining

Reputation, for something that should be

Handed out freely in the first place, then

Why should we bother praying for your

Nonexistent grace, dying for a miracle?

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But we should, we unquestionably should

Because you’re just that sacred, right?

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Glock Girl and Bayonet Boy

Nothing changes but the weather
You just think that you got better
Time doesn’t heal, it scabs the wound
I won’t cover, cover my scars for you
Victim of deceit, weighed down by your
Heavy hand; a constant battle
Between who you want, and who I am…

~*~

Here’s step one, don’t you dare run and tell me what the hell I’ve done

Elucidate and face the stars, don’t fuck around with me, say it’s all fun

You say that you’re a cannibal baby, damn, you’re eating out my heart

Don’t choke on my gristles, don’t shock me then say it was for a restart

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Maybe I’m being assumptive, your paranoid best friend is going insane

I’m a cordial next door neighbour, and I’m just being a bastardous pain

Ironic electricity on your sweaters and the thunder shoes that you wear

You weren’t being cheerful when you let that cyclone catch in your hair

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Discretion was not your apex marauder, and you pushed me in the moat

You testified for perjury and starved to death and I fed you my scapegoat

A headspace is what I need, thought you’ll clear my skull, not sick up on it

I’d love to interfere in your pathetic dramaticisms, but I got too much shit

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If psychological pawns are your opiods, guess my hit wore out in one drag

I’m tired of the way I’ll have to confront the ravine if there aren’t any crags

If it’s schematic or systemic, I don’t know, my reputation’s a goddamn mess

I guess you’ll never acknowledge the bromide you slipped me under duress

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So then fine, let’s play this game, let’s be bitching and stalking with binoculars

If I upset your shriveled tiny soul, you can find me in junkyards declaring war

Just let the alcohol subside, we’ll be as sober as rocks crashing against the tide

I’m glad to have someone to load the ammunition when all my guns have lied.

~*~

I’ll see you at the fucking crossroads
I’ll make you bite through your tongue
When you see who I am today
I’ll make you hate what you’ve done
Cover your tracks, let revenge flood
You’ve made your mark, blood will have blood!

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games and names

the shit that

i do to have

my fair bit

of blithe fun

the dignity

we lost and

the awkward

reputation

the shit that

i do just to

play with you

honey, there

ain’t a thing

i wouldn’t do.

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Notorieté

your nuclear

reputation

is going off

with a blast,

and i’m the

collateral

damage.

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The Cuckoo’s Nest

Sorry we

Can’t pretend

To be perfect birds

Sorry we

Can’t perform

Like show pigeons

Sorry we

Can’t coo soft

Like innocent doves

Sorry we

Are being noisy

Like a murder of crows

Sorry we

Are vultures that

Circled you overhead

Sorry we

Are kingpins who

Never bite off the bait

Sorry we

Are not flightless

Nor any foolish emus

Sorry we

Are clever ravens

Adroit as writing desk

Sorry we

Hate being caged

As owls, we gotta fly

Sorry we

Aren’t pets to sit

And stay at your will

Sorry we

Are humans that

Won’t leave your nest

Sorry we

Can’t take orders

From a birdbrained pest.

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