Abaddon slides in through the Hadron Collider
Scientists in white lab coats in thrall to the Lie Father
Abandoned trucks like mobile tombs block the roads
Crashed chopper like a crushed bug
Misaligned propellers jutting odd-angled
Tangled mass of confusing wires as it drove into the ground
Pilot’s helmet stoved through
Glue that fastened him like spilled dyeing acid on his flight suit
Half his face erupting upwards like a batwing or limp antler.
Alchemisland 
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