it’s the strangers you know
that generate the most heat
those that have your confidence
are the most likely to betray you
you held my gaze a little too long
I suspect you’ve made a bad call
the arsehole of humanity
is a regular garden of eden
for the hungry devotees
of the cockroach god
go give your face a wash
you have blood on your chin
rearrange your killing stones
we’re in for heavy weather
you pledged your solidarity
with a murderous mechanism
you tried to steal my name
so you could write it in the gutter
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