Jamie Lannister bracing to embrace a sister on the banister
No chance he can be let report back, push Bran, arms flapping
Don’t consider belts or defences, they know who the champion is
Who always swings for the fences, never let judges decide
Crowd derides me at first but can’t hide smiles at the wildness
Put your boy out like a dog who shit inside, hands aloft triumph
Like a statue of a victorious idol, I take my days off as I like to
I put a light to a lot of darkness, my tomb reveals much news
About the confused past and the future, given to tarot readings
And horoscope reviews, what can I do, there’s some Scorpio inside
It hides but it manifests in my drive toward silent arts
I hide all my art, apart from those around me
One day I will depart, they will tear apart my arguments
Wondering where even to start, whether even to start
These boys have no heart fake hard, all hooks and no cardio.
Alchemisland 
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