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The pit and the pendulum

You Must Think Us Immortal part 2: Do Vampires Love?

Stagnant

No Interest in us

More than Just the Monarchy



You must think me immortal

The Unelected

THE DAY THEY CAME

Rusted Blades in Everglades

a sentinel no more

St Pauli

Without me

Return of The King

21

social Distancing

I Pine For You

The Sea Of Evian

Stinging nettles

When i Liked Girls

Orcs and Trolls

No cure for sadness

43

Amsterdam

Game Over

Wilko

Lip Service

Life's Circus

fingerprints upon your skin

0

~~Bartram's Friday 13th insurance ~~

Crossing the borders of innocence

Darkest corners within a circle

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God is dead


Created in space
In the minds of the human race
There was no creator
No seven day inventor
We are born and we die
And no matter how hard we try
We don't get punished for are crime
We will all die when the sun explodes in 17 million years time
The soul, a conscience all historically made
Those monks cleverly mislaid
The truth is a tender hook
We are slaves to a book
Books were written by men
We are more intelligent than all of them
I wonder who is laughing at us fools
And we live a life by a mad mans rules
I can not beg you enough
To get rid of all this stuff
Place this image out your head
And trust me when I tell you that
GOD IS DEAD!





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