Writ upside down by a flaming hand
the gasper and the grasper and the and and and
Balthazar said look observe
I’m hardcore and there’s none I serve
Serve none fear none none exists
to still the hammer of my iron fists
Look at Balthazar arrayed
raiment of a god displayed
golden wings and golden eyes
gold at head and wrist and thighs
gold at ankles gold at heels
golden hands and golden wheels
Nothing here is as it seems
we see all things as if from dreams
And Balthazar no monarch is
just monstrousness inside of darkness
This is gold’s illusion plain
reflection breeds the shadow’s slain
what
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