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  1. Posted December 29, 2022 at 4:58 am | Permalink

    Underwater a lamb to the slaughter, silently, wistfully, heading up the ramp, on my forehead a stamp, no mercy, his name is percy,
    But wait, serve his head on a plate,

    Rugged seascape, cold and green, the last of land I be seen, from shallow to deep, the seabed I sweep, looking for answers, passing by the chancers, method in my madness, forever forgetting the sadness, no turning back now, got to make it somehow,

    All the way to the bottom, to the land that time has forgotten, whereas my lungs find it hard to expand, think I need a helping hand, otherwise it’s a deathwish,, looking at a passing fish, I wonder, why my life was torn asunder,

    I’ll stay under, below the radar, there is a reef up ahead not far, rest a while, to myself I smile, life on the edge ain’t easy, I feel a little queezy, just the thought of it, different day, same shit,
    Looking back, I notice a crack, a chink in my armour, is all it took, I’ll get there by hook or by crook.
    Anthony Mc Gann

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