Breached that impeachable city
Whose highest reaches
Were to mountains mighty
The height of teachers to a child
Wild-eyed horde and horned, defilers
To hoarse horns piled against the doors and climbed
They were breached this time
The final defeat, so often preached, has reached us
Gold, molten pools once rosy heavengates
Melted down to make jewels for denigrates.
Alchemisland 
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