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I Am The HunterTrembling courtiers, in the shadow of saturnistsWill their masters reap, with brimstone fist Promised the light, by plague wielder pestiferous Contumelious feasting, on the frail, the weak Still black maxims flow, like a poisoned river Over the fevered, engorged, corpulent mass Sits rapturous, poisonous, in pious light The salt & the maggot, in England’s wounds So gather wolves, gather, with fury unleashed Beset them with tooth, and razor claw The shame of their saviour's stigmata & suffering Only death is the crown, that all men shall wear My name is revenge Their fate cast in stone My name is blood Is fire, is death I am the hunter Wielder of truth Weeping trickster, is martyred no longer To carrion, to offal, for the beak of the crow Torn unto shreds, commandment & gospel The deiparous now, shall repast alone |