Fiends are needful things
More lines than Stephen King
I don’t mean the jotters he writes in
On a white horse I ride in
Your steel was tinfoil
I’m real and you’ll feel it if I have it in for you
One at a time or all four of you
Too many raids, only a fortress will do
At a dwarven forge, a blade that’s new
Making a quick list, all the piss takers I shouldda slew
Driving quick through thick mist, scrape the sidewalk so the shield hisses
All my party attendants have been declared missing
Fiddling with myself, two feisty sheilas kissing
Two dealers fighting over fivers while I’m thriving
When I arrive outcome always violent
Enmity grew like a kid into his older brother’s shoes.
Alchemisland 
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