Your plan was see through
No longer have to see you but your ghost adheres like superglue
Appears on time like a German train
No time for auf wiedersehen, went from 8 to Due in 2
Due south a chickenmouthed weathervane blew
Before the cock crew his seizetheday reveille.
Went from immediate vantage to rearview
Everything to my advantage:
Grass green, spéir blue, long road from Tinahely to Timbuktu
No retreat in these feet, only go forward like a Rook do
Working in my plant only tight lipped and busy handed
Readies and some pre-booked too
Nobody lipsy, nobody spilling the Lipton about my shipment equipment
I’ve got those pills called heart attack equivalent
Pop ‘em you might need to defib ‘em
Have a modus operandi I can’t share like a spoiled child
Hidden hand, three-sided eye, shield with two sides
Noticed INRI above my hat, self-styled messiah the new desire.
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