A conqueror’s treason. Conker season. Leave you conked
Zonked out, chronic reefer I’m chiefing it and not briefly.
Bringing in flock-trod sheafs, purple wolf among the sheep.
The shocked few weep, nights sleepless and dark’s brief;
Shock troops put paid to any vain hope of reprieve.
She is my vein dope; my amazing steed
To help me cross the Rainbrow Bridge Bifrost.
Night raids nightly out east.
Blazing light beams, like something reaving Balor’s just seen
Alchemisland 
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