Two versions of me, wielding knives
Both have sworn unimpeachable, unbreachable oaths, on their lives
About to face off in an arena, the crowd wild
Going to try and pry open the other’s throat
One must die, cannot lead two lives at this time
My lost suitcase full of convincing masks and notes for unused lies
Elaborate plans, maps of unfound planets, forbidden files
Can be found somewhere between Liffey Street and the Khyber Pass
Tracing subtle glyphs with my key travels, heatmapping
Praising cybergods by keytapping, blasphemous passages
Designed to make paladins defy God’s design
Marks of old fire unwashable, on the walls of the conquered palace.
Alchemisland 
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