Alchemisland

My aim still as buddha, trained on fiends with soon-sad mothers

Spray it like squeezed milk udders, no snake kin snakeskin makes my brothers

I’ll get elevated, cite proverbs, cause problems with strong verbs

My converts converse in hushed tones, my throne gold but most bones

Cheese goliath amount of rats I have to manage

Banish them like Hamlin’s damaging pipe panic

My antics are in fact antique tactics, my black wrapped fist resists the game’s fixed

More pricks than Eastern medicine in my purview

I’m so above they can only upskirt me from the perv view

Your mind’s askew if you think that I’m not better than you

My soul has stewed the meat is ripe on the bone 

Pepper is cracked, just assault left on you

Lazarus syndrome how quick I get back up, even the necromancer’s hand shook

My touch is a lamb hug, delicate as the treatment of an ancient book

Where I can’t go I’m going there by hook or by crook

People want to cram me into pockets like their shameful dirty books

Blazes Boylan comes to mind

Joyce watched Nora while she shit took

I watch you penning shit, fool of a took

Bucktooth, I’d bloat you in the Brandywine, float you out to sea

Sting glows blue for 5.0 too, let’s proudfoot it back to Bree

My submerged thumb summons wise salmon

We Irish are clannish mannish and Spanish in the West.