Gate locks eight o’clock so don’t be late rocking up to the venue
No delay, remember who sent you, OK?
Smoking crazy so room’s hazy, needs more grates
Hotter than Hades, what’s above A rating?
In trouble with creation
Nothing goes my way
I arrive just in time to see the Flying Scotsman leave the station
With a steamy whine
Nothing feels compelled to provide me with reasons
Every edge I checked I fell off the ledge
Early death surefire method to become legendary, allegedly.
Alchemisland 
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