"For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God."
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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- Good Luck
- Buzz Buzz Buzz
- Being King Is So Great
- The Personifier Man
- On The Bus
- Precious
- Never Hope For That
- Why Joel, Why?
- Who You Are Underneath And Why I Don't Care.
- Brownie.
- I Do Not Care For You
- Music And It's Affect
- Would You?
- Happiness.
- Marvelous Devices.
- A Friend Like Me
- I Hate You All, Everyone and Everything
- Setting Fire To The Discontent
- Does Anyone Think?
- Art and Apples and Guns and People and Stuff.
- Who Even Are You?
- Dragon
- Meh.
- Tectonic Is A Great Word.
- Beast.
- Immortality Without The Assistance Of God.
- Angry
- Alone? Together?
- Despise? Why?
- I Don't Need You For Anything.
- The Lady In The Desert.
- You Let Me Down, I Let You Down.
- Andy Warhol.
- The Fact Remains.
- The Things We Are.
- The Way I'd Have The World Be
- Miss Tench.
- I'm So Clever.
- We'll Meet Again, Don't Know Where, Don't Know When
- Complications.
- Romans 3:23
- Plastic Is Not The Devil
- Blindonians And Earthlings
- The Illusion of Time, Timekeeping devices and The ...
- A Midsummer Night's Dream.
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amen.
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