Flicking through the Picatrix half six triple six
Glass filled with miraculous admix, mirabilis
Mind a whorling Dervish Charybdis
It’s like I’m in the temple, how many virgins
I’m here to get my trix and I’m out, bouncing
Vercingetorix footing it along the Styx, imprisoned year six Caesar’s edicts
Gaul’s hauser housed by boughs once howser dies in Rometown
Held in hempen hawsers.
Guts forcing out deathbreath outspreading
Red lunula imprinting on trousers
Like pinpricks by thousands, I’ve been picked, I’ve built bricks for Babel
Bouncer who announces my name upon arrival pushes you back
No’ thenight, pal
Crowds parting, Moses you know this
Old pugilist, seeing everything behind the illusion
What crude abuses your bolstering words perfume
Still got huge wrists.
Alchemisland 
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