Once was lost, now am found
I cut the branch, golden bough
Find your Special Branch, the gun go blauwe
I’m Chulainn’s hound cooling down after a spate of crimes
I’m laying low in my home estate after an eight star chase.
Back at the ranch, second tranche
Second time in France, sign the contract in my cleanest hand
Villians handing out king’s shillings, swine in the swill
Siegfried had the right of it in Base Details
At the frontline khaki pants dodging Franz
A mine-spayed man in unimaginable pain
Beneath a wan moon, Bethune 1917 June.
Branched mind mine breached, planet’s cross section view
Back arse of town, I’m wrapping the blam barrel in a towel
No mistakes I must maintain, garden of stakes girdling my domain
I’m in a state with no snakes, that’s known since ancient
But I’m playing high stakes with a rich fish Asian in the Fitz
Won’t get to bail your fist before I take your back with the monster jitz
Gracies shooting for bootlaces, accusing me of greasing when I escape.
Alchemisland 
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