My mind is a listed building
I can’t make changes
A special mania
That makes you famous
Ten thousand miles my roaming range
My orgies nauseous with Roman strange
My urges cautious like mind is strained
Fought every battle to survive in vain
Changing direction more often than hilltop wind vein
My solution is a quick solution in the vein
Bronze pollutant swims my blood like a pollock
My dissolution sudden as Tudor queen reign
Absolved of pain, poppy hue denotes the strain.
Alchemisland 
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