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Description
With a flick of a
button it appears.
It's yawning awakening
the blinking vision of
mornings arrival.

The chimes desecrate
the silence.

Lit up in multi colour.
Sat at a desk. Mornings
poison sat beside, now
coursing through the jugular.

In wonderful 6 o'clock
colloquial queens voice.
Resonating through surrounding
deafness.

The chimes desecrate
the silence.

Hooded figure, on hooded
corner, with hooded hands
of death. The sweet release
from narrowing reality.

One, two maybe, thousands
really. yet that was the P.M's
friends daughter in the
curb, two months late.

Metal carnage, spewing its youthful
guts in patriotic valour. Another arrested,
another shot once across the pond
the other in head rug city.

The chimes desecrate
the silence.

The locality of the deaths
come, naming desecrations
shaming discrimination
spreading dissolutions.

The man with red raw
hands freshly scented. Telling
us why the flocking nuisance
is hindering potential growth.

The chimes desecrate
the silence

The ideas, the opinions.
all bound by one ribbon.
All painted by the same brush
Is this a view we need.

The chimes break deaf
insanity upon growing
silence.

Description
With a flick of a
button it appears.
It's yawning awakening
the blinking vision of
mornings arrival.

The chimes desecrate
the silence.

Lit up in multi colour.
Sat at a desk. Mornings
poison sat beside, now
coursing through the jugular.

In wonderful 6 o'clock
colloquial queens voice.
Resonating through surrounding
deafness.

The chimes desecrate
the silence.

Hooded figure, on hooded
corner, with hooded hands
of death. The sweet release
from narrowing reality.

One, two maybe, thousands
really. yet that was the P.M's
friends daughter in the
curb, two months late.

Metal carnage, spewing its youthful
guts in patriotic valour. Another arrested,
another shot once across the pond
the other in head rug city.

The chimes desecrate
the silence.

The locality of the deaths
come, naming desecrations
shaming discrimination
spreading dissolutions.

The man with red raw
hands freshly scented. Telling
us why the flocking nuisance
is hindering potential growth.

The chimes desecrate
the silence

The ideas, the opinions.
all bound by one ribbon.
All painted by the same brush
Is this a view we need.

The chimes break deaf
insanity upon growing
silence.