When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae
How you feel about me: a salt bay
April is Aries gearing up to Assault May.
You’re salty saline
Temple at prod crumble like praline.
Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen.
Lighting up the sky it’s divine
I’m like an invasion of aliens,
Resplendent, up trees I’m tree’d up
Like birds Stymphalian
Alchemisland 
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