Alchemisland

Never speed, hurry is for peons

I’m not a racing pigeon

I’m on a pig’s back breaking the horizon

I’m an armoured gideon, my fist is insidious 

My thoughts are like Darth Maul’s cut dialogue

I am the Sith, shhhhhht that’s your throat slit

When I come out as the messiah all the tents are pitched up

See them out my kitchen window, having to beat away doves with a broom

In my north room on a gloomy night, not a loon stirs outside

Yet I find in that silence utter violence, it throughslices me

I smoke the weed out the window, let that pilot me

I burn the white widow black, tap out that ash arachnid on the ashtray lip

Tripping balls at nine AM tearing copper wire out the walls saying it’s the forces

According to one source, ninety nine point nine nine percent of marriages end in divorce

It’s the modern age you see, you can only put so many carrots before the horse

You can only look so many gift horse’s in the mouth before letting one sort you out

Not sugar lumps I’m putting in, here dya know Shergar, where is he?