Alchemisland

There are hidden codes, ritual robes, magical scrolls

Os hidden in my coat, so I can be rid of any scrotes that boldly roll up

I’m not kidding, you’ll be killed in the shitter while dropping kids off

To go swimming, switching between women depending on preference

I leave you these for reference

These greasy tales of close escapes testament

To a life lived far from the middle

Surprised I’m still living, half giving evidence

Against better wisdom, few years off the sentence then bullets whizz them

A few days after leaving the prison, better to take the time and be quiet

If you pipe up it always goes back down the pipeline

You’re Irish you know Ireland’s too small

To keep anything balled up long, one of many shortfalls

Hit a few lemon haze bongs with a bald mong from Monaghan

Hear the clock ding donging

I’m on the clock so I’m ditching bodge and getting outta dodge

Forget fleabag, this is the land of geebags

Except you could leave in the dirty priest

Loads of them were on their knees, I don’t mean with rosary beads

Masonic ideas, degrees I’ve got thirty three of them

Dark deeds I’m attired for, exploring my sore mind

Floor full of mines, this mind mine now mined

They keep quiet

In exchange for my silence and my guidance when they need it

I came stripped and left equipped, I learnt the real history kept secret

By prelates and seekers from mystery schools, with unseen cathedrals

An invisible college, wherein I huffed ether

In between scaltheen beakers

Until I met Athena, Sofia’s own queen

She was dreamy, pale as a granny’s weave