The Enemy

"In abundance of iniquity, many loves wax cold" -
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmllllChrist

I/we/you/they turn to enemy:

microbes chew the teeth
in nights in winds
in time of the breaking of hymens
in the infamous dens
with the infamous denizens
a judgement from's guts
the dirty man of Europe
loin to loin
and knee

a vindictive 'fuck you' officialdom

"a cry for more money by MI5"

God's fingerprint on things

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I would have you believe that you're a scoundrel
an imposter

here's my card

I eat on you

I shit doubt

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