.Kill, comfort kill
I'm infidel
A simple sound
A scream to the sky
Slam, sacharine Sam
Pushing my pram
With your harlequin words
You turned and said
"Sicko psycophants"
With a poisonous rant
And a requiem of fear>The guns and teeth
Of London streets
Come on!
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