declan broadbery: THE BIRTH OF CHRIST Slight as a soft breezed hand upon my wicked skin sprays across my startled grin and wood chipped door tore at cold broken skin Nobody at the Inn Despair drenched in the cold night She quivered without a care her expression you could not fathom As star began it's blair Cave beckons with a black star And weary eyed they cradled there It never left us, that glorious night. |
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declan broadbery: CHURCH Your worry is symptomatic Of an umbiblical sung in a galvanised temple Paid in kind by blood Of a misconstrued clan Led by a rebel whose inner sense Was thieved in the night And lasted a very long torturous moment 'Pride never says sorry â?¦. Especially when you know the true meaning doesn't it?' I am concerned by the bounty Reflection with foolish suberbianism acre'd space And sad like not dead friends Drinking in my own wake Page 3 Weigh is only just a word Scale a fishes emotional hair That standing in a goosepimpled Adolescent snare That's always been there Second verse A crowd so loud polka dotted Expecting to be noticed A frown without brow, bending And rain bringing suns tears to magic Nobody there to notice Alone at home Of a transetted clone Whose fingers linger With the make up of a stone Crushed for tone Significantly contemplating My next words While slipping through webs of internets Of digital hooks and baits Eaten and swallowed by words in your never ending body Third verse Family scars dont heal Misplaced lunacy cant kneel In churches stained by blood That's tainted in world like hoods Shrunk by Dallas in a dynasty Neighbours living with an eastender That happens to have a house That's home and away on a crossroads That has a chapel In a graveyard with no secrets The headstone only says a half of what it is And flies on skeletal walls have no ears You Me No bleeding sense Euro here Euro there Euro in a boat Everywhere Fourth verse My Bro! Loves stagnant Cripple grip wants to let go My Sis! Tears of contentment Allow when it appears My Ma! Crazy, stout as a pint of guiness Blessed in all she has given us I say you I say I I say them I say we I say how and why Cant I be one of eighteen stars in your sky Fifth verse Death is becoming my friend It's not manipulating me It's just throwing rice Like a jealous sister from another family Throwing cheap rice like confetti It's my church Dont tease Brood is a mood Primarily And two is the number that is jealous in me Murder is the thought that scares me I'm not a stranger in this crowded church I came here all the time I'm your conjunctioned sacrifice Hope the ring does'nt fit bitch Sixth verse Refugee insignificant and at sea Sold your share of a dream But where is she? Gone but not forgotten Whilst cramped lonely in something rotten Escapes been foiled By greener grass that's coiled It's nature like self around your neck Freedom doesn't cost anything Freedom your born with No seam No truck No deviant No fuck The other side Will never be enough A sacrifice A couple of lives A fist in strangers face You wont stop the fight And if you run And dont pay your toll You have already torn Your beautiful War torn soul Warm, no pain just drifting away. |
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