Alchemisland

Raving hands aloft, alight the lift you’re on before you reaches the shores of Acheron

Saving grace came late, arrived to a grave, boot already stomping on the human face

For another age or even an aeon assuaging pain with prescription pills I traded a baby for

Ravers at all night raves on the city fringes

Doing injurious doses, toasting the host with mostest

Moses in Oakleys talking openly against the roman soldiers

I’m a rolls bonnet on it, off my face gurning, earning chronic