Shameful statement
But impaled if you’re not pagan
In my demesne
Bad move, I shoot like Shane
One inhale, you’re turning pale
Set sail as it’s turning seal grey
I don’t fear gales, Fear Gael
Starboard sight a cokewhite whale
A sign of Poseidon’s favour
Hold a trident, whose my fayther?
Split my tongue to lose flavour
Sacrifice, blood I gave her
Her thirsty tongue savoured
What dripped from my glaive
Men made around the table
Laughing at the Saviour
Dark prince all courtly sable
Night mares out the stable
One look at my sent mail
Get sent away, maybe jail.
Alchemisland 
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