Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

When the doctor realized the implication of these abnormal results, namely that the world would imminently be destroyed by a fastacting, lungcorroding flux, he French kissed patient zero to get it over and done with

Flags flags flags

Every nation repped at tourney

With handback brow, slight pressure

“Wow, you’re burning

What a journey, said the prepper

How time has crept up

And so on forever.

Happy but lonely as a leper

A sickness faster than a leopard

Leapt aboard the train

We severed the limb but it didn’t save

The patient, who became deranged

Within a day.

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