The president decided to end it after a meeting with an inventor
He didn’t leave a letter, we don’t know what was said between them
I heard he bled a lot, bloody prints leading to the garden steps
If half of what I’ve heard turns out half as prevalent
As it feels, as it seems, as I feared
Then the end is here or nearing
Malevolent handshakes in marble halls, leverage
Half from Eton, half of them nearly demons.
Alchemisland 
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