First voice that ever spoke
Secret word which life awoke
Fundamentals of place I am making
Slaves, rules and horses born for breaking
Pigs driven not drowning, Satan saves his bacon
Succoured to the prince of lies, Legion sty inside resides
Favour of the Lord of Hosts, aerial servants maintain his presides
Lots, lawns and latria, lissome attendants lingering, loyalty utmost
Leashed, lashed Nazarene flank, horrifying Lazarene miracle
Delicate lavabo, the oft-self-held hand of the prelate
His ruby ring pucker dusted, wearing his forbidden wants
What about a horse makes kings, why God’s finger is less one ring
Why prayers rise like punctured balloons
Why hope collapses like an overfed dune.
Darkling kin can kindle evil’s favour, devil-sought their fervour prevails
Yet piety repaid with pain, punitive exile, punishments and puzzles
Even his pigment preposterous, his miraculous miscegenation in our windows
His missives riddled that old Mystery matrimonies and multiple Mary’s
Miscalculated moments, maniple-mapped sinister appendages minister
Mounds of mercy, mid lent and many lost festivals
Kissing necks in the misericord, dreaming of Christ’s anguishes
Tulip sweep of skin torn up like old carpet
Rindless hand terrified of the sun.
Alchemisland 
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