Alchemisland

Mamma Mia

Via Dolorosa 

Amazing grace, mind Tywin, rich but tight one

But face, butterface, King Aemond Targaryen

I’m weirder than Fontaines DC doing E’s with David Lynch

When I speak, I make about as much sense as Twin Peaks

Turned mind to mush, sprained my brain, neural thrush

Rather be a schizofreak than a crypto geek or a hipster

Waiting on Fantano to tell me my favourite flavour this week

He’s bald and piss weak, put him in an aeroplane over the sea

See that it goes down in the Bermudan triangle of mystery

I’m on the leeside of the misty mountain, counting Lembas crumbs

Every single one counts, bring a fixed amount to my mouth, keep going south

I’m a direwolf far from the wall, I’m robbing Peter’s paypal to pay Paul for pills

Rock on which the church is built my back, stretched on the rack

In every dream I have I die in fire, screaming freedom, becoming a holy martyr

There are snakes surrounding my roundtable, proclaiming friendship, Arthur’s betrothed

Disrobed during betrayal, disregard flagrant but such are the ardent zeals of vagrant hearts

Underdogs and upstarts, mad sun epochs and dog stars, all we regard is further flung

That below reflecting that above on the world’s roof, the dipper stoven, the belt upholding

Orion’s twosize wide strides, all night’s stars find earthly counterparts

Division is but a mirage, divisions ignored to join my cortege

Who will visit me at my grave in the graveyard

Taking away brittle dead roses.