Join the army I can’t hear
Universal Soldier make a necklace of my ear
Johnny get your gun, the shootings not done
Descending a long hall, the sticky sweat of fear
In it for the long haul, designed by Albert Speer
Sitting in what was your office, sitting in what is your coffin
On your eyes coffers, astride you tokens of office oil doused
Inverted destiny’s spear the grasping hand creation jeers
Bierhal push you over if you spill a drop, conflict adroit
In the booth or in the queue dome get spun with a snooker cue
Win not lose; not Losey Liu I’m Winnie Pooh
AA Milne strikes toward your cap cup, rough stuff done empty pint of black stuff
His soul wings a passing plane another plain, I’m sipping another pint of plain.
My life falls apart like a greasy bag, I’m rid by hags harangued by night nags
Bil ur sag the fire prelate at the dearth of fresh gifts his pyre flags
Old maps in attics and time machine schematics, divine mathematics
Only one portion of coffee, thermos dynamics
Admix through spagyric method, the enhancement principles
At Minos, a mould a metal mask the birth of prince of bulls
Death of a child death of a fight; early stoppage
Manners and manors; elaborate frontage
Cortana’s voice DJs teenage dreams
The flood, the flood’s technology
You outspeak I unsheath the piece and let glamdring sing.
Alchemisland 
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