Gobelin friend, from what mystery world have you come?
You stole my sleep you dilirius creature.
Quarantined my house into your insane world.
Stranger friend, have the world now known you for good?
You left me high and dry many centuries ago.
You should be amist kings and chiefs pouring their wines
Or sitting at their tables dining with them
And not here with me stealing my sleep
You drunk beserk creature, you drank with thieves, ate with the worms
Do I suppose the banquet's vessel is dry?
For me to have you visit in this odd manner.
Begone you grotesque evil creature
I have no use for your trouble and tubulence.
Not today or ever.
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