
Hellfire
July 15, 2022
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Welcome to HellWatch Listen Read
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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 -