Alchemisland

Donated lungs collapse in transit when the van carrying gets rammed

By a man in a ten grand chariot, rattling like a just married car carrying

Ringwearing carrion to the child factory and the afters, confetti

Reached the rafters, a night of long laughter, misery ever after

I needed those lungs to continue living on this planet

Situations suchlike call for drastic action I must be quick after to snatch it

I must match the want of a bandit and seize fate, my own hands

Are fit to steer my course through this land, I will come to understand

My role in this grand plan, for now I advance confident manner

Destination is near at hand, some grand manor.