My sermons more like shellings from German Shermans
Give thanks to my liberating tanks, their tracks like black veins on trank addict faces
You are marked
My pockets jingle with Deutschmark, shillings German Version
Always seek new perspectives, prospective revelation, Robert Graves’ Persian Version
German excision, took off his Von Ranke when Germany’s ranks shell rattled Verdun
Died and came back by virtue of his Baraka, bloodstained khaki births poetic rebel
Isle of Deia break of day breaking bad in the island way
Friends of his here to stay, hangers on, adorers
Priest ridden Isle of Saints and Scholars
For every girl, three men with collars
And no interest in close knit cuddles
Gospel licking fun dodgers.
Alchemisland 
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