I'm putting together harp songs and jubilee sprees; shooting the breeze/
The future's serene; a Byzantine king; pristine as fling; shooting the king/
I'm pouring sake and wine; for the anguish of time/
Lavish as rhyme; packing the nine; like arachnid and fly's/
Who are you; bleak is nothing more than a w(r)ap of rhyme/
Zap in time; the w(r)ap of rhyme -- salvage a nine than pack a nine/
I'm the conquering of king's; arch bishop's and lord's of kings/
Pouring rings of dinosaur's and fling..tore the sheethe like forks and rings/
For I am king; a sistine king; pristine fling/
Sistine king -- I am the king of the world; beautiful sea pearls/
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