Bumps on the blister-plastered head throbbed,
Breaststrokes of pain ploughed the sinews of the neck,
Nerve nodules felt as though they'd disrobed
Well-being and good feeling at the inquisition stake.
Breaststrokes of pain ploughed the sinews of the neck,
Sending megawatts of discomfort that hurt
Well-being and good feeling at the inquisition stake
Where no memory of mercy could meander from an ebony spurt.
Sending megawatts of discomfort that hurt,
Life cringed, clamoured and crawled into oblivion
Where no memory of mercy could meander from an ebony spurt
To kneel in obsequious flattery at the gate of Zion.
Life cringed, clamoured and crawled into oblivion,
Nerve nodules felt as though they'd disrobed
To kneel in obsequious flattery at the gate of Zion,
Bumps on the blister-plastered head throbbed.
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