I am a pelegrin
All binding things which blind to faith and glamourize earthly states I have burnt
The peregrin headed south, swearing to take no left turns
On peregrinations heard mouths doubting heaven, giving their all to appalling sermons
They know not what serpent they serve
Still receive what they deserve at the coming of his kingdom
Which preserves nothing which came before
Saw line-browed ledbeteres working leather with bone awls
Apprentices, as like youngest sons, fettered by tradition, make impressions of boiled leathers
Scribble measurements in ledgers
Water threshes at glowing steel
Meshes of ringmail hang on ceiling hooks or crooks of antlers
Observed a mouse dragging its tail, tattooing what appeared letters on the lectern of the earth
My tattered brown robes, windblown, are ripped now
No oaths take I, no swearing on crossed heart
Christ names on pain of eye loss, as Odin forcing knowledge
Full knowledge distends one’s mind
It climbs upon it and where it rides, almost gliding, find a slime trail slug-wide
Six years at college to call yourself a Master
I dropped out of school, and make so much money my friends call me bastard
Foreknowledge contents though, what comes much like what goes.
Alchemisland 
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