Won’t listen to Tool, get that off my hi fi
Bores me worse than high guys
Waiting for their chance to talk
Leave them girdled by chalk
Chalk it down as my bad, my fault
Can’t be taught, I don’t take force
I don’t tolerate weakness anymore
First page of the story, angels robed in glory holding horns
Flaming swords manning walls, death god who was faun.
Alchemisland 
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