Never missing these days like an expert shot with a railgun, Quake III Arena
Face Athena with dripset Queen of Sheba
She only lips equipped men, got Hiptang and Beamers
Walking by she trips men, lipbalm, lose footing facestomp
Glassbreaker elbow to an emergency panel
Shatter like a crystal shadow
Straight take what they weren’t willing to part with
Zero by eight what I’m willing to start with
Aiming for estates
Going faster than a cheetah skating
Neither spendthrift nor cheapskate
Keep this place just for growing weed
Three seasons vacant like I lost my Verdi tapes
Making men, raising underlings to high station
They recognize this elevation as mine
Loyal to me until they die
Around here there’s thick blood, linked by cable ties
Sable skies that makes a perfect background to tonight’s grand lodge rites
Deranging the children with my ink-wet emissions
Inkjet defiance, dividing fission
When I’m riding the door sign says GONE FISHING
If you get a hiding from me
I’ll go Laura Riding
Then go into hiding for a while.
Alchemisland 
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