I’m hearing mad stuff lately
Screams from brumal, hateful aethyrs
Darkness ancient since creation
Coming in my wake, blighting
Sights making Creators shake.
Since I played with the ouija board
Know you won’t believe
Did it out of boredom
Elected to summon the wardens of Hell
And leal whoredoms.
Worm-grim parcels of carrion carried
Set table
Set in sable consuming rotten portions of blighted potato
Apportment divorces the mad from reality
The unstable sworn, made pain slaves
Black rift unsaving, like a gyring arsehole
Dark arms carrying parcels
Forcing through portals, immortals
At last fleeing forlorn fortresses.
Alchemisland 
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