Machete in the busy sweaty wrist of a muscle-riven junglist
Horse-hung statues riderless, unbridled
Our guide won’t stop keeps chopping
Frightful jungle corridor alive with raw stingers
Dangers for those who linger
Concourse of unseen watchers like a haunting, Amazons reborn
Self-highting Brides of Spite crudely bedight with breast bared uncaringly
If they ride down here, they’ll spare only those they wish with to pair.
Alchemisland 
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