Can’t lock in without my pills
Can’t write when I take them
So I suffer the ills
Slings, arrows, painmaking castables
Fortunes, fates, wheels, punishers, oubliettes in castles
Reckoners, saviours, illusion painters, and fablists
Surges of urgent hate
Painstaking lengths to mention the race
Neither unguent nor salve pain sating
Something rotten in the Emerald Nation.
Alchemisland 
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