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| ***BIO*** Oisín Breen: I'm a young Irish writer. I've written two books and am looking for a publisher for them. The eventual aim after much honing of my craft is to create a hallucinogenic push through literature.I've had several poems published and have had favourable reviews and sponsorship of my writing. |
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| I'm the inner sanctum whore for the emperor.
Irony's my weapon of mass decision. My fetish wish is to defile destruction. I am in a throng of silent war and repentance. I am the libertine naked disavowed. I crown my self with holocaust cloud. Magic's the conjuror's bad habit. The only question of the land that's left is; are you rich enough to grab it? I cry ruination twice a day before sucking dry the heaving machination that adores me. Sometimes I leer in adulation. I'm the concubine of city what do I care for creation? Whoever shows they're the weakest gets to howl out all their secrets. Whoever takes the blissful bomb to this known world has to be the bravest. What we go through for love takes believing. What you love's the greatest addiction. Should we give up what we are to find salvation? I'm the concubine of city, I've never been too good with temptation. Through seas of burning stars and darkest hours, With everybody bewitched by flowers. We mine under the awns of trees themselves pawns in the world of suffered laize faire - today it's do what you please mister, I'll be your concubine. There's too much to tackle so we take what's pleasurable here at Sodom. |
| The lament of the great city concubine |
| by Oisín Breen |
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| July 2005 |
| 44 |