Sebastian and George

Nothing from the Swedes today.
Is time for us running away?

fuck new labour and the tory,


Hard to love when there's no glory.

Face as fair as Our Lady.
Not feeling what I'm supposse to,
maybe.

Hate coming from the mouth
it was not kind,
not from the heart but my dark mind.

With the courage of Sebastian
With the strength of George.

Perhaps then,

I could walk this gorge.