It always begins at the end

What awaits me at the gates of the garden of Gethsemane? she won’t tell if it’s heaven but says it could be hell and yet I know that both are true, you who hide in the shadows of shadows, the anonymous Judas know it is so. Not even Sunday and the sermons are mounting even…

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Real time

The vultures were gathering as Sainsbury’s was opening ready to pick the shelves clean leaving only shelf skeletons gathering dust, if pushed I’d have to say that these are the people greed is the way, we’re not the light anymore, just the shadows left clinging to the wax on the floor…

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n.n.n.n nineteen

Fear of the unknown, see how the fear has grown, but the fear that we feared is the fear we have known all our lives. I’m tired of playing games praying to gods with a thousand different faces and even more names I want to rest, what’s that under the bed? it’s only dust a…

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