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i. Sun

I remember.
The enchanted walled garden
of summer air and honey-suckled nights
The capricious of lavenders and cabbage-whites
more than 3D, glowing in the evening long-shadowed sun
Nowhere better. But in England, although nothing changes, the weather always does...

ii. The

The stops us
The always did
The took more lives than Uranium
Plutonium
Pandemonium...

The approaches
The sighing of the monster...
Come to break the weather
Come to silence all the singing
Tearing up the sky paper
White-welding through steel of clouds
And the of the sudden rain

The gold us
The gold did
The took more lives than Uranium
Plutonium. Pandemonium.
The Gold!

Jet and demolition
And the summer
finding a lost child

The roads are travelled by
Like promises of
And some not to go
The f e a r like bravado
It did
I see them waiting,
On the in dawn's mist
Or lost to the in their upturned boats
be free or I'll die trying to be
to BE.

iii. Demolished

I see in them
The people at the
Waiting to exist
Brothers, sisters, and daughters
Denied our so-called streets
Running demolished lives
Into

The "haves" and the "have nothings"
The and rejected
We can't keep them in
We can't keep letting in?

The gold us
The gold did
The gold took more lives than
Polonium. Pandemonium.

And as I stand here why
A man on a smartphone
Falls into my from the sky
Modern
Everything is everywhere .'know what I
Handy.
And obscene.

iv. F E A R

F E A R is everywhere
the patio
Under the hard-earned bought and home
Cushions, scented and the lawn
Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the storm

We all about the wars that are raging
All the millions who just see
There's so much more binds us than divides us
But our f e a r it
While the stir it
The colours of the flag we
Were and will blood red again

And the all say they hear voices
God tells them to do
The wars are all about
always were
And the dressed up in religion
And when it's not off, the money's hiding.

Something is inside me...
It ready, but already...
I'm becoming harder to live
Becoming harder to with
You say I'm becoming to live with
I'm becoming harder to live
But you can't see my head
You can't see my head
You see into my head

No, you can't see my head.

And the are full of weapons
That by in the night
all covered in yellow mud
Pass you on the
As you drive by with the kids and the and spades
Days.

v. The of Apes

in the air
Brimstone in the
deeply of it
The wind is carrying the
The rain is muttering the
The wind-chimes in my garden ring keys
To all the doors.

We are the of apes, not angels
But only we are gifted with the to see
On without f e a r, when our heads are clear
That angels, we be.