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Dressed as a swastika I took to the roof
Armed only with ideology and proof,
And threw the ground at me with unparalleled force,
Slammed my face in the tarmac that held no remorse

I got picked up by a gnostic saint,
A caravan of care in trenchcoat and warpaint.

“Where’s the benefit package that keeps me slack?
The wind-up wife to watch my back?
A plastic Christ to suckle at my breast?
‘Do Not Resuscitate’ tattooed on my chest.”

He smeared a smile across his face,
No meat to his withered frame,
His hair as fine as rotting lace
His body cells locked in a chessgame

“No kiln can crack the hate in this,
No vessel can contain,
The piercing air of this abyss,
The sharpest autumn rain.”

I climb into the coffin, pull the duvet over my head.
The pillow crested with roses, baked of bloodied bread,
To rise reincarnated, with the yeast of hopeful sleep,
Running through veins that might be sated, were sober thoughts not to creep.

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from A Day Without Comfort, released January 11, 2012

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Nick Hudson Tbilisi, Georgia

Nick Hudson is a UK-born, Tbilisi-based composer/artist/image-maker/activist..

In April 2021 Nick released his first solo album in five years - Font Of Human Fractures - to glowing reviews from The Quietus and Libération.

"There isn’t really anyone making music like Nick Hudson” - The Quietus

“Genius” - BBC Introducing

“Scott Walker channeling Coil” - Mojo

www.theacademyofsun.com
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