Alchemisland

Wrench free of the unbreakable hold

Reform every time I hit a wall, Exodia yo

Wanking freely, unquenchable load

Reborn after I’ve been in the stall, quick roller though

Rolling stones across the entrance of my torpid tomb

Two hundred last Rolos and a shit poem

Toe to toe swapping leglocks and toeholds in the mountain dojo

Where the foot clan go to, learning footsweps and arts fistic

This kicking is artistic, drifting slipping turning hitting

Put the art in martial, take a man apart, leave him scarred

Like the result of a necromantic art

Bring me to the bog when I die, tarpit womb

Interned with wounded corn kings, mammoth bones there strewn

Bury me not in a tomb but in the gloomy wood, in circlet and anklet

By oak saplings encircled, consign me to furze, in burst bough

Repose me like a scoured Christ, a rilled bole, Osiris in a Tamarisk

DTF TBC, cleaning a stabwound with sipping whiskey

Life that’s hard, death is easy just pout and squeeze

Cool as Spike from Buffy, buff as a vampire

Still a blood junkie, driving a battered junket out to sea

Have to see a Cthulhu about a dog star.