Rain outside like a supersoaker
In the temple in my souped up toga
Skoda I bought third hand from Minnesota
Your last minute; after 30 seconds the minute’s over
Mechanical flesh so my wounds get soldered
Injured shoulder but on I soldier
Bagging spirits in my soul jar
CCTV looking at me bold like the eyes of Jah
Smash the camera of James Cameron
Jambs shaking when I’m hammering
Lamb shaving, I am the damned one
Choke you with a handgun until your face turns plum.
Alchemisland 
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