Foresight and clarity, many lunar boons, moon addict
Tactics non-stop advancing, Tacitus by way of Jack Vance
Dragonic how I’m dancing the columns Ionic as the bonds
Between me and the boys
Where you’re from doesn’t matter, where you’re going matters less
It all goes forever, like a road without an end
There’s no need to be upset when all your plans are upended
God sent us down his only son, and we sent him back to heaven
From the pale of Dublin to the pale-sun Levant, we the malevolent
Denizens of Bethlehem, out of Edom, Eden, Adam, Nod
Constructing a gothic ossuary in which I’ll provide the youth with occult instruction
Teach them the ways of astrology, the methods of magickal seduction
I stand head of class gold clasp cloak fasten, styled wildly a striding Ostrogoth
Lifelong the consequences of a single trail of mine, don’t take the Thalidomide
No sweetness in this sour child of mine, I have a second mind and it despises me
Lifetree nightside, sweet flavourful cyanide, dreamful easeful approach of suicide
Grey man who spies me in the night, fear spineclimbing, bloodred horizons bloodtides
Blood tithes, fathersins revisited at Brideshead’s insistence
Miss the days of the likes of Lord Marchmain, now far right pigs marching plain as day
Death cards every time I draw, called insane for what I know I saw
At Waterloo busy with bonesaws, chewing cork while I amputate, leg off
Last leg of the journey haunted forest before the onyx fortress, die while exploring
Life full roguelike no roguelite, no guiding light
No meaning, only stymying then demise.
Alchemisland 
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