Not a sadist but maintain a torture playlist, just in case
Simon Magus, asking can I buy faith with payment
Indulgences came later, so call that way paving
Unpaid men saltier than sailors and saline
Seeing pictures of me sailing around Australia
Amount of cunts acting, must be Traitors starring
Some amount of stars
I’m black backing, my ascent must be fated
Only flagging when faded, whole flagon to catch what I masturbated
Cut the woof with kid rusks and Cif spray to make a saving
How often they pay me for haze, practically slavery
Slavering outside my cookspot, bread up at the bakery
Demigod, what they made me, deicide they wish to slay me
They picked a side, wrong one by the by, hope you said a good bye bye
Side eye me as they sip tea I laced with cyanide earlier today.
Alchemisland 
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