Alchemisland

Shell release make sure they’re falling east of me

Shortfall of people, grand passions blasted dam 

Easter week, gave up what I’m weak for before but now I feast

Like each day is the last that’s promised to me

Ignored the last message from the person I promised to meet

I vomit but make it through the meat, eat a steed’s heart

To become hard enough to be regarded as a king, Ard Rí

I keep an army of barterers, retarded bards, barflies and archers

In my well regarded fortress, siege repelled, snip rebellion at seeds.