Iron age but designer
900AD and no higher
Steeds swaddled in steel
I’ve got hard layers that swallow a steel
Repeal a blow the enemy really means
Gauntlets and greaves, fit’s half steel
Looking Brotherhood of Steel by way of Freak on a Leash
Steel revealed if you try stealing a single stalk
From my Elysian fields of indecent green
Making decent green, dressing decent posting up ‘Blessed’ on Feebs
Smiling Cheshire like the cat who got the cream, no pressure
Piling up the Red Leicester no messing
At the borderline praying quietly no checking
Owe more than a lot to Our Lady I reckon
Eating shallots with the Lady of Shalott
Hot as Hades, her sloth drooling froth onto me cock.
Alchemisland 
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