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OSLO '17


The weary church-tower tolls with execration

its horror chimes like an alarm for invasion

The weary church-tower tolls with depredation

a requiem that bellows destruction and damnation



The walls of my prison bleed and pulsate

I'm living on GHB and amphetamine sulphate

Rain is falling gently from the ashtray-sky

My atlas crumbles and I hope to make it out alive

Darkness descends with thieves and dealers

the killers, junkies and underhand schemers

I move in trenches soon to be filled with blood

There's dirt on my hands and bodies in the mud

I'm stuck with tweakers and dope-sick fiends

as dawn approaches I'm a ghost in the machine

These crumbled bills and the crumbled minds

Below our feet looms the slacking jaws of time

Full throttle towards the abyss and the brink

Hustle with impunity or mercy makes you sink

There's no such thing as honor among thieves

That fallacy will plant a gun between your teeth



The weary church-tower tolls with execration

its horror chimes like an alarm for invasion

The weary church-tower tolls with depredation

a requiem that bellows we missed our salvation
 
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Rain is falling gently from the ashtray-sky

Darkness descends with thieves and dealers

the killers, junkies and underhand schemers

I move in trenches soon to be filled with blood

There's dirt on my hands and bodies in the mud

Full throttle towards the abyss and the brink

Hustle with impunity or mercy makes you sink

There's no such thing as honor among thieves

That fallacy will plant a gun between your teeth
Favorite lines.
Very potent piece.
 
its horror chimes like the an alarm for invasion
its horror chimes like the an alarm for invasion

Suggestion: I would change these lines to "its horror chimes like an alarm for invasion" — unless I'm incorrectly interpreting them as double article usage.

I'm stuck with tweakers and dope-sick fiends

as dawn approaches I'm a ghost in the machine

These crumbled bills and the crumbled minds

Below our feet looms the slacking jaws of time

If you ever publish a book of poetry, please send me a link.
 
Suggestion: I would change these lines to "its horror chimes like an alarm for invasion" — unless I'm incorrectly interpreting them as double article usage.
You're absolutely right - I missed that, thank you!
If you ever publish a book of poetry, please send me a link.
I promise I'll send you a copy @Mysterier ! :)
Thank you man.
 
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