Bruised like I went through a brutal hazing for you
Now what I do is what a mason do
Blindfolded, walked into the room masked asked
Who are you, intruder
Wasn’t sure if the mood was intended
A lunar interlude, the moon shining through
A presentiment of midnight mischief, steep ascent
Three day descent, prescient coffin motifs
Lid I’m pressing on won’t budge, no release
No surcease from grief in here, what’s really me
And what’s just fear, I died in here yet rise clear-eyed
Light previously denied me knights me, uprights me.
Alchemisland 
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