Slowing succumbing to disease
Dying like a foodless by milelong inches
My arm tireless, years holding up horizons, winches in the wishes
All my bitches wicked-witted witches, feeding firstborns to Crom
Cauldron alive with ritual rudiment, bubbles popping zits before prom
Violated flesh wining
Law inviolate
Her in violet
Love in violent keys.
Alchemisland 
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