Your ministry is not chemistry,
Nor alchemy or sorcery,
It is not fakery nor forgery,
Not trickery nor mimicry,
It's not intelligence,
Nor is it your 50 cents,
Not your pound of flesh,
Not indulgence for your interests.
Not a means of gaining praise,
Not a passing phase, to fill some days,
It is not for you to fill your pockets as you tread the grain,
I'ts not for you, I will say it again,
It is not,
For you.
Your ministry,
Is service.
All the rest,
Is worthless.
Loose-fit Lucifer
The ice bergs rattle And the glasses chink, And the party's swinging And I'm on the brink, All along, in the old cold throng, Bangin...
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This master-work of yours, This magnum opus, This poiema, Is sat in his underpants In a neglected and untidy flat, Typing on a laptop he bou... -
As children we learn Though the principle pain is palpable, Though the salt trails that mark our cheeks, long after the streams have dried, ...
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The sirens screech announces The spiral staircase down from heaven Jacobs Twisted Ladder The skies shed themselves Of their carrion angels F...
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