Dial in on a certain midnight frequency
The moon’s lease is one night long
Don’t go in the water around Liberty City
Big spiky hair rivalling Liberty’s lady on Ellis Island
Don’t mind the talkies but prefer ones with violence
Skip forward to the gory bits
In dreams I’m seeing unicorns
In ye I’m seeing uniforms
Written in Cuneiform forgotten ways to rouse the ancient one
Planting trees the unborn can shade in
No depth without the shading
No death during my invasion
Your beachheads easily surmounted
Your peach trees with fruits bountied
My granite fortress easily routes
All wilds are routed.
Alchemisland 
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