Sneakers embedded in the hottest of soils
Hypnotize prospects with charismatic dialect
It’s a wrap where’s the aluminum foil?
Time to collect, to the victor go the spoils
The description reads as a decoy
No anchor strong enough as I destroy….
Anything and everything for my Helen of Troy
The gentleman’s equipped with tremendous guile and dexterity
Once the mission’s finished back to serenity
The type of entity without a single enemy
But step towards the fortress I strike readily
No sugarcoat, diabetes runs in the family
Speak the truth even if it’s accompanied by agony…
Or all that’s left is blasphemy
Some search for the higher self, some lurk the dungeons for alchemy
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