Saffron sprinkled on whatever I’m snacking on
Give me a tinkle, never let it attempt three rings, no Elven Kings
Order for delivery and I’m gone all weathers
No long like Josie’s gone
Darker than Carl Weathers
Dark words for dark feathers
Marked since birth to do dirt with dark fellas
From stark hells, boj and sprayed haze no codding, kid, laced
Seeking fells, peak experiences and resulting elation
The other day I limbed Hellvellen
Just to stick my fist in God’s face, King of the Nations.
Alchemisland 
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