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The Purge

from Less Than Nothing by Joe Bailey

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If you could liquidate the crowds,
Inject your crime scenes in their towns.
Dig up the seeds, prevent the birth,
Rid them all from the face of this earth.

Empty pockets filled with stones.
Empty towns and empty homes.

The dough in your fingers,
The bread in your teeth.
A growth for your figures,
Erase and succeed.

Reprehend their crumbled abode.
Drag their faces on the road.

The dough in your fingers,
The bread in your teeth.
A growth for your figures,
Erase and succeed.

In the night the violence flows,
Through the desperate shadows.
Isolate and quarantine,
Let the blind lead the unseen.

And the fight is all they know,
The bitter pills, they go down slow.
Mutilate the broken skin,
Whilst the ships are coming in.

So much hatred and so much hostility.
Line your pavements with invisibility.
Tins in baskets and homes for rodents and fleas.
Kids in blankets and rope for setting you free.

You can't help the weak and frail.
You might break a fucking nail.

The dough in your fingers,
The bread in your teeth.
A growth for your figures,
Erase and succeed.

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from Less Than Nothing, released October 25, 2019

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