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I've a desire for an exploratoric migraine,

Worming through the invalid flesh,

A passion for showering in acidic rain,

I'm certain a lobotomy would refresh



My thinking and make it clear to see,

I mistrust you all, dislike you all,

Its true, i'm consumed with misanthropy,

Stemming from the nuclear demon refusing to finish his fall



From the tree of woe centred in a wasteland of bones,

To the river of tears flowing through the shells,

Of deformed, desolate defaced homes,

Rebuilt to form shelter from the world turned to periods of hell



On earth Mr. Barker once bloodily and creatively said.

We visit graves, drop colourful waste into water filled pots,

We wash the stone with our salty tears just for the dead,

Then we go home and spend the rest of the day our stomach in knots,



But we do not experience the same thing for the stranger,

We do not really care when we see disaster on tv,

Its just entertainment, similar to a child in a manger,

We witness no reaper, nor do we cry at the sight of a wailing banshee,



We laugh at images of death and destruction with glee,

Blood soaked movie stars, faked burns, waxy scars,

That can later be washed off to reveal a champion of the 'tele',

Then the audacity and hypocrisy to demostrate passion for the stars



We just vitriolically witnessed the deceasement of.