Force the dime to turn, time the fire in which we burn
In the furnace of burning sand for eternity, a sentence well-earned
Cavalry no match for my archers
Calvary, crossbacked my last death marches
Vinegar bitter when I’m parched
You think you lot are getting a bargain
You’ve been targeted by my department
My bar guests must be barghests how much they’re barking
Chests out first, then fully starkers
Not an alarmist but if the product is harmful that’s a dead market
Parking lot hotwiring, esio trot slowgoing then rub the wires to start it
Fuck it up and restart it
Curse myself as retarded, third time spark it starts up.
Alchemisland 
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