It’s pronounced Tidus as in the sound of needle
Don’t know why I told you that, felt the need to
Took it casual then soon my need grew
Every evening injecting cruel gruel with a needle
Things get needful, needed moderation
But couldn’t muster it, frustration ethered
Everytime I partake of the seeds, steeds
Out the stiles like fetlocks were on fire
I have undeniable style
Sonic Boom going off like Guile
Atticus at the trial righteous guy
Ragnarok the final fight.
City antlike
Needs to magnify
Fire inside
Like dragonflight
Smell a fight
One light
Place will blow
Can’t go lower than the sky until I hear something final
Nightmares of civil violence have my head spinning like a vinyl
Sold out if I’m live tonight
Soul out if I die tonight
Owl in the boughs, midnight quiet as a mouse
Kneeling dirt on my trousers, church in a bower.
Alchemisland 
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