Keeping company 

I only roll with strumpets

Hot as freshmade crumpets

Eating all the loving

All the crumbs, hot from the oven

Butter covered, I covet the whole coven

The covert operation is go

I have a glow, sending in golden boy to accomplish your goals

Bring home a gold like I was a pugilist of old

I’ve defeated Spartans, and Nephilim-related foes

I had to throw guys into the air to beat them there

Such was the curse put on me by Hera

It is an era of a tripartite goddess

I do not fear she who is snake haired

My attitude is devil may care

Played too much devil may cry then dyed my hair grey as john player ash

Give anything a bash, parking my car is like crash bash, dine then dash

Meal was chinese and succulent, sweet and sour tang

Tag on the bodybag with your name in italics

Kill ‘em all Metallica, panic under your flags

What I buried beneath the flagstone

Calls him home from the ocean, homegoing

I am spying evidence of a Gloamglozer

Coming closer with every day on the road

The blasted heath where I moan my woes

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