That eerie abode over there
between the fires silent breethes
is my palace, there where I rest and lust,
the emerald of the forest, an epoch making castle
This embossed signs onto my sinuous arms
shall be the encomium of my victorious acts
balk as they stood at my ablazed hordes
I turned their ground into a mosaic of bloody thorns
I hold the sunbeams like sky does the moral's world
like mother Earth the penis of father Ouranos
I shout to my creators, "I'm the lord"and my voice
becomes one with the astral vaultIn this brimstone dale
where adders etch the skinland deep, yet sweet
I'll crow over my success once more, aye, aye
high in the crescent moon's flourished kingdom never cave in
Those I quoth, those I done
Kennel of the kennel across

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