Medieval Mercury Metrogrenade

I hold a grenade in my left hand
And a claymore in my right
A mighty silver sword
In my grasp I hold it tight

Oh no oh no
Mercury’s now in retrograde
Oh oh oh oh
Now my fate is surely made
Oh no oh no
My claymore is faced towards me
Yo bro yooo brooo
Suddenly my grenade has become holy

Face FRONT TOWARDS ENEMY
Front towards enemy
So I went and faced it backwards
Front towards ene-ME

I grab my grenade
And I throw it straight upwards
This is now a self raid
I take one step forwards
My decision has been made
I take one step backwards
I’m back where I began
Wait I just heard an explosion

The heavens are falling
Falling down
On top of me
Dislodged my crown
My chakras got lost
All over the place
My third eye is closed
At the top of my face
It wants to cry
Yes it wants to cry
But it’s lid is sewn shut
Using a black suit tie

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