Heat such that skin blisters
Erupts in fishgullet fissures
Images, fragments
Visions of vicious whips
Viscous blood drips
Flesh wetpaper rips
Like wallpaper upon a steady drip
Stay a while and listen
Tortured screams, posts for whipping
Cursed gold in chests redly glistens
Talk of selling souls
Someone readily listens
Red-skinned apporting in my kitchen
Unwanted, aborting away the issue
Rum and sporting chap, offers a tissue
Like I’m due to say atishoo
Due to hear bless you soon
There, there; sooth thy wounds
His soot intention darks the room
Overhead, a sparklike moon looming
Like a numinous jewel looking down
Resting on a bust-swollen gown
His voice a harp, cherub rung
Then a panging pard’s growl
Cruelty’s first and foremost sire
About whom dire songs are sung
Notions to which innocents have clung
The fiend exists now, save the dumb
And the lost who good sense have flung
Projecting only what they have done
Devil deals to stop me dying
Jack Parsons, triangles with eyes inside
Burroughs trying and failing to join OSI
Mass surveillance, never TMI
Tea at mine, scant portions
Diet to lower your BMI
A card for Valentine’s
Won’t you bee mine?
Alchemisland 
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