Take time, hit back
Slow journey along which plenty vanish
Back from a sojourn with the Spanish
Whispers about what I allegedly spent
Camaraderie until you’re getting bled
Even Brutus turned Caesar’s purple red
Green as a turtle they call purple until I’m red
In the Benz got places to let, upping rents
Prophet I have them putting up tents outside my Temple, too credulous
Credible threats but I’m entirely sure I’m far from past tense, Daedalus
Determined to create a third way
No chance I’m coming in third place
Soared like a bird above the third wave
The big one that swept everything away.
Alchemisland 
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