Smoking so much I am seasick
On land, terra firma again
Tear a corner of the skin ingot
Take a corner flag, Father Cyril innit
I’ve had prognosis from Doctor Synott
I’ve seen blood spill in the holy synod
Heard threnody in the air like a linnet
On the wing
Trinity tasking ranks with reaping tragedies, increasing sin.
Alchemisland 
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