A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

A Manchester Man by Jude Kyrie
(For a sadness beyond grief)

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.
Its veins are titanium its blood molten steel
Heritage lives here in smokey days.
But we are all one family in every way.

Send us your cowards and misguided creeps.
We will drag their bodies in our cobbled streets.
In cowardly hiding, you **** our offspring
But in god's eyes, their souls will sing

As strong as the history in our brass bands.
We live in the heart of our god's safe hands
So try to quell us like others have tried
And look at the books and see how they died.

I am Manchester born and Manchester-bred.
I love my city and love my dead.


(rest sweetly my children)








Poem by William Blake

My hands shake and thoughts clash
I revise life, like flashbacks
I won't last living in my past
Pull back, snapping leash he attacks

The scent is strong he's on the prowl
A predator of beings foul
Revenge dished he's hellbound
Took a vow as hellhound

His loyalty holds no borders
He's borderline disobeying orders
He's ordered but he ignores
Okami, a lone wolf

In midnight his eyes shine
Blood red it contains skies
He's hunting down a worthy prize
Defending honour he can't die

Vengeance and fuelled rage
Powerful and untamed
For too long he's been caged
He suffered so, debts be repaid

With head high and hackles raised
He's raising hell, his endgame
All cards held have been played
Run and hide, its too late

She said;
Once I heal from all these chemical burns
I'll exude forgiveness
You'll be impressed by my emotional stability
And my lack of vulnerability
I'll be such a gentle *****
You lose sight of when our roles switched
I have another dimension to my soul now
All the knives are out of my throat now
All the stories are rewrote now
It's impossible to detect the dishonesty in my voice