Take more than a corkboard agenda to make an impression, La Leyenda
Not stressing, no money stretch need since loads of yesterdays
Been blessed indeed, but who is my guest at the feet
Seated nearest me, scent brimstone hint, cloaked with cloven feet
Snippets of talk, those who would see me defeated
“From nowhere, to achieve these feats”
“And He was unclever, seemingly”
I’ll leave you to guess
The hand of the fiend, the path to the left
I came, honoured guest, yet stayed only fleetingly
Hate making scenes, unseen goodbye was Irish green
Gone quick as I arrived
I thrive alone, with those who left behind their bones, at Fiddler’s Green
With a guilty kick to my rapid stride
My gator kicks slap the cobbles tonight.
Alchemisland 
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