callan mchugh

To be lambasted by fear and stoked by entropy.
To envisage the sacrilege of a holy pagoda blackened.
To see the benevolent maverick overpowered by tyranny.
To be edaciously reaped of all that is your humanity.
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And so come the black blossoms of autumn
In spring the sun rose, and in summer it shone
And those that prepare for the cold winter coming
Are those that will live through the thaw
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Blue and red had one focus, two colours, those f**king alcoholics.
Those that thought and those that worshiped, and in a similar respect...
Those that bought, and those that sold... you would know, Margaret.
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