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Jun 2017
They
hide behind secrecy
covet
Western society
but ride past me
on the way to the cemetery

which ****** me off ever
so slightly.

They
cast no shadows
and
incant only spells

which sells a lifestyle
to those who are
easily influenced,

you might not see it
on the TV,
me?
I don't have one,
(a TV not a conscience)
but I'm conscious of
the cause
aware of the applause,
that's
given in some dark corners
to the dark deeds
done.

when you live by the gun
so shall you die,
there's no forty virgins
waiting for you
salivating,
only Satan
and the fires of
hell.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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