Generating enemies, berthful spurts I radiate irradiate hatreds
I am poundless, ponderous, and patron
Languishing beneath Ionic columns writing iconic
Everything indelible, smoking more chronic than fatigue syndrome
Wearing fatigues, reposed prone in a roadside boghole
Ditch the ditch when I see Brits, index finger rebeckoning on the switch
Burn it like was a witch, see one wounded with blood fissuring out
An Irish fisherman gouges fresh wounds in his carapace
Beholed blouse behold!
Stitch in time wouldn’t say that life, let alone nine
Count nine, enneagram, Imma count mine
Countessa had a bounty of wine bless her
Her dress half off, tiara strewn on the dresser against my rune studies
British Crown drowned in ownblood tainted, oldwound inerasable
Old as Jeddah, evil old as the cheddar man.
Alchemisland 
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