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England

5/23/2017

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England


​This land is cursed 

Its people are broken

The spirits of old, imprisoned

Its glorious past a gravestone

To many spells have been cast here

The demons bicker in the junkyards

Over busted souls and broken hearts

Big Ben rings out its last lament

Yet no one bothers to listen

All to busy to know they’re on a sinking ship

All to clever to realize they are drowning

And what of Brittania and the Castles keep

As if a lost underworld soaking in the sludge of sleep

Dripping with dark depression, swimming in its own sewage

I longed for your bright and brilliant return

Like a sailors wife who’s eyes weeping

Never leaves the salty seas horizon

I took courage and tried to stay the course

In the hope that honour would return

Now battered and broken

I leave these clawed torn shores behind me

No recompense, no real remorse

Just simple relief

In the deep understanding
​
​That England

YOU ARE NO MORE.
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