Grip the skeng
Goldeneye solifies
Shining lens lends glory
To the gory bits of my job
A hit down in Gorey
Amount of peng shui I feng
Amount of leng sweeties I bend
Like someone threw Haribo on the Nürburgring
Das Nibelung how I ride my Valkyrie
Ring cycle how I switch the holes
Ring of Gold by Bathory
Ring I’m battering, she holds
The matted sheets, disrupts their pattern
Needs an exorcism, short Latin
Wagner how I make the Rhineland mine with rhyme.
Light him up
Lantern lit with phantom strength chases away the pup of night
The cup of day, the light
Of stars is stored away.
June’s tanned gypsy face a-peering
I’ve got all the gear and more ideas
A goring I’m gearing up for
Score of gear in the glove box
Steer the whip to a dark spot
Like a cancerous blot
Brandish the shotgun, hot
With old murder, train the dot
On a mark’s brow
Headshot make Burroughs proud.
Alchemisland 
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