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Ethel Hallow
01:45
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Ethel Hallow
every chink in my armour
every awkward behaviour
every facet remembered
with clinical precision
pulling threads to unravel
draw attention to my
many shortcomings
and proudly mocking
I knew the lamb
beneath the wolf
the source of all the cruelty
and felt sorry
I lacked the malice
to turn those words
into weapons
and why would I?
I had no idea
how hurt one must be
to bottle up the anger
and turn it on the weak
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2. |
The fever
01:22
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The Fever
the rabid mouth
will always hunger
would never sleep
for the hope of peace
It is a sickness
the slathering jaw
that we claim to
have no love for
yet we gather
for the want of war
for the misanthrope
for the end of hope
the hugging skies
the hawkish blight
the black cascade
as the fever breaks
as it transpires
that we have traded
all reason for
‘all hope is lost’
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If you’ve got nothing nice to say
facades of former humans
cowards in avatars clothing
mouth pieces with no fucks given
bastions of the unremitting
they will speak with vomit bile
the odorous and always reviled
democracy of patient responses
drowned with gloating glib derision
if you’ve got nothing nice to say
then say nothing at all
a toxic mess of caustic values
iconoclasts with tiki torches
archaic hateful double standards
we’ll all go up in fucking flame wars
If you’ve got nothing nice to say
then say nothing at all
can considered words sooth the savage beast?
can we talk our way out of these maladies?
hateful minds seeking the least resistance
grinning faces behind blank expressions
sticks and stones will break my bones
and words are often harmful
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4. |
Vile language
01:37
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Vile Language
beasts of burden
the fatted calf
branded stock
with heated iron
the lambing season;
we lost all reason
to be joyous in the
spring of blood letting
words conceal the literal blade!
words conceal the literal
sentences abominable
the consonants and vowels of
grievous bodily harm
the body separated
language camouflage
flanks and chops
and cuts absolve
repulsion repelled
by the neat use of words
and the flailed flesh cleaved
with clever expression
we become illiterate
in the clutch of compassion
and the claret scrawl
of decomposition
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5. |
#Nofilter
00:59
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#No filter
greener minefields
self worth invalidation
pecking orders
fleeting glories
paint over cracks
with rose tinted filters
the wrong prescription
we’re all short sighted
take take take
don’t take a picture; it will last longer
take take take
there’s nothing to see here
comparing grey days
with false impressions
edited fallacies
with nothing #blessed
we’re running out
of things to say
recording every
incremental change
always reaching for
the glaring screen
quick release
of dopamine
take take take
take a step back
take take take
there’s nothing to see here
take take
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6. |
Incomprehension
01:45
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Incomprehension
it will get easier as you grow older
I’m older now just as incapable
the concrete pours on my waking thoughts
subconscious beyond a fucking chasm
i can’t make sense of
I can’t make sense of
motion sickness from fractious perception
{between} getting a grip and self immolation
I’m afraid of who I might be
admitting to yourself, unknown territory
i can’t make sense of
I can’t make sense of
crowded mouth
tangled tongue
lost for words
labyrinth
of what I was
supposed to be
failing to live
up to
social normalcy
how I feel
who I love
what I am
i can’t make sense of
I can’t make sense of
confusion of identity
losing ourselves in ourselves
mindfulness and mindlessness
barely even conscious of
all of the above
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7. |
Last song of man
01:11
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Last song of man
bloated corpse
it writhes inorganically
its mouth is mouthing
incomprehensible words
its gestures crude
yet strangely considered
carries the deeds of
its many misfortunes
each wound is a keepsake
its brain is mincemeat
having tried and failed
to make sense of its function
the dissonance prevailed and
having ravaged its homeland
it staggered around in every direction
spreading disease
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8. |
Worst witch
01:30
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Worst witch
what I lack
in confidence
I make up for
with sheer will
to drag myself
from the throttle
of my many
insecurities
worst witch
dodging the hexes
of our own self inflictions
those whose bite is venomous
pales in comparison
casting incompetently
make a meal of my sorcery
to this day I’m still suffering
the taste of my own fucking medicine
worst witch
I just makes things worse
I’m the victim of my own curse
but I will keep on trying
to accept my flaws aren’t failings
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