Crap gaff, crap gas
New mask, Mazda
Serving inhuman masters
No Tube we’ve a Luas
Lube tube, screwing like a slip n slide
Eden’s nightside, slip inside quietly
Hiding in heightened silence
I feel my heartbeat through my eyelids
If someone wakes I’m forced to engage, awaken latent violence
No laws – I’m too defiant; no pause I’m too reliant
Blunts I’m smoking bros with Nephilim, giants
Reconciling the mystical
Rescuing it from blind, wily science
Paeans to the undying
A snake diamond-hided.
Alchemisland 
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