Haram sandwich, porked like My Aunt Sally made it
Iced out, fine fit and fresh fade, faded off a single blade of my grass
I’m blazing like a flaming lash, turning Galilee flanks to ash
Fan the flames over the tamarisk I’m trapped inside
Stitch me back together, veriderm Osiris whole time was Irish
Werewolves in Ossory, can’t report slaughter with low battery
More blood on my floor than in the bathtub of Elisabeth Bathory
Her killing instinct famous, in the wall like a blameless anchorite
Until the seven seas dry and the sky melts.
Bound to a bough, arted by arrows, feeling Yukio Mishima
I’m flipping pasteboards to vast fortune, Yu Gi Oh expert
Blister packs in the beamer
I’ve got pot greed, playing cards in the traphouse, active
I’m writing my way to carnegie hall, practice
I’m a sunless carnation, dried and cracking my eczema elbow
I mount an admittedly excellent attack on Elba to free the Emperor
But end up exiled alongside him, sighing to the prohibiting tide
My pride swells hearing songs of the old world, that old dirt
From gem emerald martyr island.
Alchemisland 
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