How many pills I have to down to melt away the phantom
My head is kept down
Want to avoid getting battered
Like a flattened populace
Or a flattened porcupine in my grille’s lattice
Schumacher going fast, lapping opponents
Ask me for anything pro bono I’m laughing
Bono how I dodge tax
Au naturel how I dodge wax
Cutting down, only take two halves
Peeling off my beggar disguise to count alms over a dram
Thirsty people abounding, considering an irrigation plan
So much in my balance I could fill a dam or build a palace
Pallas how I manage war and witchcraft, spellcasting hellmaster
How I fell from the heavens, blasted out, a black-clothed bastard.
Alchemisland 
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