Enmity grew like a kid into his older brother’s shoes
Either strong shrooms or there’s two moons looming
Lips chewed, chapped lips from my charlie
Ratlips at my party
Chop you like ripe barley
Way past time for parley
Get all four in one night, PaddyPower parlay
Buried in the garden, beneath my parsley
Hitlist like we’re charting, just getting started
Swords like we’re back in Tartan or times Spartan
No sparring, full contact, blood spurting up my curtains
A well deserved and long due hurting.
Alchemisland 
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