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Apr 2014
You carried me,
fed me,
but no debt I owe.
Centuries cradled,
King of your dank filth, bearing upon me the power to change a world.
And then came the day I raised my eyes to see your nations quail amidst the ruin of your flesh.
Perhaps one day again I'll bring to thee
Hell carried long in the belly of a flea...
As told to me by a wee rat
jeremy wyatt
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jeremy wyatt  With Fairy Lu in Dunblane
(With Fairy Lu in Dunblane)   
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