Alchemisland

You’re on the pig’s back but I ride the runt

You’re source of flak, plane takes the brunt

Grasping eagle wings I’ve seen you glide

Your ego a sun below which Icarus died

Behind an angel mask is where you hide

I’ve held the law stones which you abide

I’ve seen the fetid source of all your pride

I have been lied to

A chided bride 

Bridled to denial.