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fair town of black smog

burning brick coals, rotting

sentiments, uncomprehended poets

Ezekiel's angelic fog, i walk the hills

waiting for an ending

to my own slavery

feeble mistress of sodden cottages

iron hinging roofs are whinging

to the winds roaring song

men are poling in their waka

soaring swampland

dew on grass meadows

fire shall burn in the fields

the master usurping

my torture devices

a glowing dawn

is festering this

ribcage abyss

fertillity rites, eject

my semen

our hills are erected

on the process of changing

manger destroyed pure unholy waste

sing of the town with the puritans name