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Aug 2018
I Fell In Love With The Fire (.)
I Always Try But I Never Tire,
I Won't Confront The Purest Liar (.)
Sat On The Point Of A Churches Spire.

I Won't Listen To His Hate Speech (.) I Think Of Comets 'Cause I'm Out Of Reach,
He Bristles When You Question (.)
'Cause These Thistles Have No Answers.

Prickling Up But Steadily Firing Missiles Up,
Tickles My Gut Preaching Biblical Love,
These People Are Vessels That Jesus Won't Touch,
Whilst Holding Their Crosses It All To Much.

I Won't Drink The Holy Host (.)
I'll Char That Flesh Like Toast,
I Won't Feast Upon Your Doubt (.)
Because The Beast Knows I'm About.

Satanic Child So Demonically Wild,
I Set The Scene & Keep Them All Riled,
4 Sets Of Talons But I Had Them Filed,
Compared To The Devil I'm Certainly Mild.
Harry Roberts - The Clumsy Anti Christ © 18/08/18
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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   Dawn Bunker
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