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Edward Ka-Spel - And The Lord Said 'rise' Floor 34 and rising steady. Floor 34.5 we stopped. Stabbed the alarm bell, stubbed a finger ; swore at the bell- boy, slowly dropped. Reached for the trap door, wrenched it open ; retched in your handbag, filled it up...Floor 23 and creeping fever. Call for the priest (you called the cops). Floor 17 and screams `blue murder!'. You stepped on my wrist and smashed my watch. Roared at the bell-boy, ripped his shirt off... Eyes on his neck : karate chop! Floor minus 5 and strangling metal - throw both my legs in the draw marked `socks'. (And the Lord said `rise'....) |
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