Untangling the web my limbs at angles mangled manacled
Managed to wrangle my way out on pure anger, tank it Havel
Book it from the bank heist, down a gravel drive no one in sight
Dip inside wondering if this isn’t something from Resident Evil
Ceiling and wallpaper peeling, stairs creaking, appealing
To me at this time for its walls and doors with locks
A grandfather clock the posture of a penitent adopted
Still tolls and knows the hour, it resounds through the house
I see a mouse scurry across the lounger, stirring dust
A nice place but the furnishings are tacky, upstart accountant
Rather than a count from old money, not with these couches
Alchemisland 
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