Around so often, thought I haunted you
A spectral presence you felt following you
A ghost in the gloom, seen in the moon bloom
I’m in the dead bedroom, Molly Bloom
Man of fates, I walk into a pecuilar room
Din from the fortune telling booth
Psychic shouting someone get me a pencil, something’s coming through
Surrounded yet total solitude
Sunwielder, throw Sol at you
Thought it was a blue hadouken
Fires fluting like lapsed duty at Grenfell allotments
A lot of smoke coming off you, incense
Heat is more than intense
Dracarys said and meant
Best beloved druglord on Arrakis
Selling melange-spiced crack
Harkonnen’s saying crime must go
I’m defiant, spice must flow
Men in robes take a vote
Men in Lonsdale take my host.
Alchemisland 
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