Alchemisland

Few tricks with bricks turn powder to tix

Earn a thick stack, wedge looking like two folded crepes

Hurtling towards that black void at oblivion’s selvedge

Immolating myself to spite salvation, nations from my dead giantflesh

Pick the ripest and become a Titan

Knowing good and evil, Mansome Typhon

Young dog near zygotic absorbing new tricks.