Hellfire

July 15, 2022

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• Welcome to HellWatch Listen Read

  Listen!
  The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking on the streets tonight
  Listen! The soft purr of motorbikes
  Ready to strike up the night alight
  So don’t tell me of your troubles, your emotional grief
  Enjoy the sights this is shore leave
  Don’t talk of true love, unscrew your frown
  Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
  Experience the red rooms, the green tables, the souvenirs
  Make memories, haunting or fabled
  The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry
  Instilled in basic training
  By standing in line today
  You secure a place among the Saints
  Go get them son
  Now your life begins
  To die for your country does not win a war
  To kill for your country is what wins a war
  Don’t tell your name, don’t ask for hers
  In this land of oysters, you are the world
  The painless, plainness of military life resumes Tomorrow night
  If not for you it would’ve been cholera, malaria or some eastern disease
  Forget about it, son - a slap’s all you need
  We did it all we seen it all and worse much worse, son
  The massacres of ages - too many to recall
  Limbs rendered birds by the speed they flew off
  A soup nothingness that once was your best friend
  Motherless children and Temptress widows
  The Wild, The Useless, The Dead, The Untameable
  Snivelling fuck, staining this street
  Lucky I don’t shoot you on the spot
  bullets were made for men like you
  The impotent idiots god forgot
  Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
  Which room looms forever in your mind
  But now you’re on your own, we don’t need men like you
  Private Tristan Bongo - hereby discharged!

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  It's always here
  Drying your clothes in the sun
  Alone, slowly burning
  Away
  I'm so thirsty I might die
  Thirty miles from the mines
  “Have you seen the drunken Captain singing?
  What d'you want to know?”
  “One more night in Absalom,
  Help yourselves men
  To Whiskey, onions and chilli
  Eat Men Eat!”
  Company A wake with a start
  Stomachs open, burning hearts
  With drills and lines this red liquid mined
  Captain bottles Rennie's red wine
  “Don't touch Rio Tinto's bottom line”
  Three long nights in those pits they called Hell
  Captain's food got me sick and oh so sleepy
  “I love you but I can feel my chest bubbling!”
  Oh so heavy and then
  Oh so light, almost something
  “And as they ran arm in arm from the burning crater Captain's screams echoed:”
  “You fucking faggots ain't seen the last of me yet
  I'll have the last laugh you cunts soon you'll see
  Each day you wake and each night you sleep
  I'll be camped in your chests
  Burning!”
  But we kept on running, turned our backs on old Hell,
  With wine in our hearts, hailed as saviours of Old -