Before killing, storing tools of villainy in a bin
Barefoot wheeling out bins for collection, vulpines grinning
Don’t hotfoot even when I’m scared, foes appearance
Has me cursing at the sky like King Lear
They’re leering, intentions clear
Shave him, cap peel, free sheep shearing
Lestat de Lioncourt, I met Babalon the whore in onyx corridors
Which the armies of myriad conquerors tore down and stormed
Left a lad full of holes, drilled him
Some lessons you have to drill in
Kill streak one million
Spilled milk, your lost opinion
I lust for gold like Quagmire for Lois, giggidy
Sieving dust from much gold on an old griddle
More queries in my mind than sit on the Riddler’s fit
Even twelve Ritalin can’t stymy my wrist
Quick as a piss whilst sleeping, steeping in it, golden evening
Worse smell than piss play after asparagus night.
Alchemisland 
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