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nat, zo nat een vrucht zonovergoten

ik bijt zoet, bitter de vrucht barst

open en oprecht tussen tand en tong rood blozend

Hem en niemand anders

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I hunt so I may kill Lusting for violence, your birth propelled from ashes of a broken ego

My old lover hated my esoteric speech Never said stop, though

Earrape

"That joke isn't funny" Oh shut the fuck up Emotionally sensitive bitch just write for the man who would read your filth

I'm mind whacking it to my self grandeur I hunt with my taxidermist adoration When he knows me he can expect the rifle

Fire

My trophy husband is cowering in the bushes and I can hear the shaking of his breath

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Preoccupation with violence since birth I loathe it and I crave it the injustices of this world can't be undone with a sharp tool Or so I thought

Peace is a lover, kind and gentle yet I wish to defile her I can only speak of my violence as if it were a man Typical, male behaviour no empathy pleasure seeking dog But that would be counterproductive

My violence is not male nor female It exists in the forefront of my mind, a film on loop Putting you through the worst with a smile on my face. Why are you crying, Love?

I do not wish to dominate, no I do not own which makes it all the more exhilarating. You're your own person. I viciously sink my dog teeth in your personhood. When you cry and struggle, I lose myself in that misery. It's something intimate, something you perform only for me. Not by choice, I forced you after all. But it's an act of intimacy all the same.

I want to kill that part of you that knows how to be human by mauling it, my love. May I?

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This day seems fit for a funeral march They dig a mass grave Emperor and The Empress are witness to it The rifle readies and crackles like God's thunder.

The Empress now prays into her palms a whispered eulogy. It's talking of angels and heavenly sights She's careful with her words There is no godly repentance, and she knows.

No tears of Mary no tears of joy. No ruler should have left these pages devoid of clarity. When God appointed the queen, he said you ought to stay in line. you ought to fear the demons that live within you.

You ought to know the limits of man.

The Queen passed. As did many before her. And The Empress bided her time, for she knew she was immortal. A soul already whole.

god, Good god, Great god, Gravely mistaken god, we were born with Grace and will die with Grace. All that is is within us, and it never left when we came into the flesh.

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The usurping of the flesh Tangled like a rat king pulling at its own reign. Bodies pulsate, a fat botfly bursting from within. Wet, squelching skin that has been washed and balmed, shaved and plucked. It looked presentable then, before the deterioration set in.

Two lovers in a bed, Jesus wept

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I love you so much I loved you so much Now we shattered what once was

Dripping blue hues The tail end of our togetherness I will never forget you

Named after an angel but sturdy like warming coal You were earthly, and you drew me in

I always looked up to endless heavens Inwards to find answers Outwards for possibilities that didn't exist for me Until I met you

You watched me grow You were a harbour of love How I wish I could keep pouring my love How I wish I could keep you close and dear

It's shattered now The belly of the pig filled with gold coins stuffed and collected, our memories and lessons If I had any guts to spill, they would spill If I had any chance again, I will

But we laid it to rest A beautiful grave, our home together You can't ressurect the dead and that, I respect.

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Broekzak deel een

Watermanpoëet, de rode vos Zorro en het gedachtengoed Turksecommunistensnor Een mooi gezicht Wat was je toch een droombeeld

Je hebt hem vast ontmoet Hij begroet je in de auto in de hitte In Turkije, ben je daar, Sare?

Iguana death cult, verliefd op het meisje in het auditorium Vier ontmoetingen, verjaardagstaart Hoera! Hoera! GA WEG! Was ik maar iemand anders Was ik maar iemand

Vier jaar later leren van mezelf te houden zogenoemd dingen ondervinden alsof ik dat wil

Ik hou het nog steeds geheim

Oeps, broekzak Oeps ik mis je Je hebt het niet door, gelukkig

Je weet het Je weet het en het maakt niet uit Het heeft nooit uitgemaakt want achter hem kom ik alleen mezelf tegen

Gilze Rijen, treinreizen, McDonald's hamburgers, nice tits, no nut november, Sterven Aan Zee, dota stinkvoeten, incel gedachten; Niemand houdt van mij

Ik ben een lege holte lelijk als een ongeboren kind Ik ben beestachtig, ik ben een clown-parasiet ik, ik, ik ik ik ik ik, ik? ik, ik, alsjeblieft ik vastgeklampt aan jou

Watermanpoëet Zorro, meneer de vos MC Hel Turksecommunistenmodel

De werkelijkheid was anders Friend of a friend Ik kende hem maar heb hem nooit gekend

vergeet hem nou, die kutfantoom

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Dearest one why did you leave me now when I decide to be what I need to be for you, for me I lived my life under your command And I thought that I had you pleased

Now I need to guide my own hand And live in worlds I don't understand Yes, I made my own reality But I blinded myself for the sake of thee

Lover won't you be someone that I know A friend, an enemy, a wayward soul If anything we belong In this life together not alone If anything you made me see I need you more than you need me

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I watched a procession of a man with a flame He gritted his teeth he was promised fame

Head held high, he loved and he laughed Hiding his heart, on each side a guard The dungeons, the towers the castle ground

Calamity came to burn it all down And what we destroyed was only our love our home, the streets, the seagulls above

Fond of you, I will be as a promise Always my friend, always my dearest No longer my treasure

just as is, as he became In my eyes, the glint fell in shame

No matches no flint and wood and steel The winter is coming Heed his words, seek refuge in the arms of another

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self love supposedly I'm not to love you obsessively love like mine, full on posses the being I see no fault and give you those best parts of me

gift wrapped even when you ask for the truth I would wholeheartedly be a liar just to be pretty don't ask for pretty I'm your jester - a king's consort

I can't help it I was born wrong upside down with my head spun still I'm obedient would never prove you wrong would say please and come

I'm a good pet though I bite the hand that feeds me, I'll be your best one yet please love me like you need me please please please don't leave me

nevermind, a beast has no master not like you'd muster courage to come after your rabid dog lover I don't care about your problems they interfere with my mind-o-sphere work myself up like a black pill coomer "you wanna stay friends" should've told me that sooner

fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you wonder how it would feel to fuck you

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Broekzak deel drie

Zelfbeseffing, zelfbeheersing een scherp mes en een snijplank het duurde even, te lang of misschien lang genoeg Het is weg, het gemis naar het verleden

In Turkije ben ik een ander mens geworden Ik wil er blijven Het goud van de koren van dit land is hetzelfde goud als de krans om mijn geest In de bergen weet ik wie ik wil zijn

Een boom, het bos, de vijf vingertoppen begroeid met leven en doordrenkt met tranen van de hemel Dit is geluk

Neem ik dat mee als ik hup naar je eigen land, in Engeland daar in het druilweer, het huidige leven herorganiseer? Ik kan dat land al ruiken in het vliegtuig

Alcohol en zweet Ik zweet Mensen met tattoos en zware accenten ze kunnen niet wachten, ze klagen over de queue, duwen van achter

Ik mag die Engelsen niet. En toch woon ik in dat land Voor iemand van wie ik hou Alchohol en zweet Houdt hij nog steeds van jou?

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Who's here to witness me now, That boy then,he knew about how the truth does not make a sound The stars never spoke out loud, refused to make a sound

So let thy heart be bound Confuse thy soul with truth not found when we played near rivers mouth when we played where love was abound Where life was left unwound slack jawed shoulders, slouched Where the joy and flight of bones became faith's burial ground

So called gods walked where I knelt to the ground Where I burned by suns of south Where water left for drought Once a lake, perfectly round Once a lake where those gods were crowned Where the turth sung, they swear resound

So thy follow them now, you better keep close like sheep to hound Offer up like sheep for wolves on prowl A martyr dressed to be drowned, so rain could sing to crowd

Offer up A coin not nearly as warm But warm from my pocket earlier on not perfectly round, scratched up on the surface, deep down scratched up

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Broekzak deel vier

Och jongen toch, Je huilt maar je wilt me niet

Ik huil en ik smeek en ik kruip rond je benen als een slaaf

een slaaf aan de liefde, mijn grote liefde

Ik hield van hem als een bloem van de zon Maar hij was geen zon

Hij was een spotlicht Mond dicht Acteerde mee aan onze productie die nergens heen liep

Ik gaf je mijn hart en ziel en jij gaf mij een foto van de maan Jij, zo ver van mij vandaan

Ik dacht ook jou te kennen, mijn liefste maar volgens mij ken ik echt niemand

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The wet flowering bloom of my lover's cheek Glistening moonlit dance, pearl of truth and spyglass of brass The oxidation like a shell of a mollusk, an identity a soul took on this life

Open up, my marigold Hair like honey though you say its brown blooming in clusters, many of you still make one

Break down the golden tower you built

This is the violence we both crave, overthrowing the king in charge Still a child he is, but wears the cloak of his father

Nothing like his father

We mourn what could have been Laced fabric always drenched in it salted resentment, oil of olive

Hold a torch to the past and set it                      aflame