Elevated to lofty status
Pours never rains
Pieces arranged just so, assuring my reign
Demesne manyspan rein of high nations
Typified by hasty decisions, threshing wasting entire generations
The blameless dying choking on mud blood darn painted knees.
I’m before the Forest of Deans’ mightiest oak, toward saintly Dīn
Djinn-commanding ring, Alexander amongst men
Miner of Ophir, Sheba’s Queen
Reposed in clothless fealty, wreathed in censer’s redolent steam
Roof peeled back like the manky flank of the Nazarene
Dreamsky colour of notyet steel peers through
Pocketing Tophet ashes to top up my prophet joints
In appearance I am rippled, retripling crippled honour
Feeling lightning bright after a hit of the codeine fix
High price for the high kingship.
Alchemisland 
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