Alchemisland

Laughing like Tidus

Meanwhile you’re Titus Groan

If you keep going on this way

You’re going to find out why April

Is the duellist’s month

Let’s meet out front

Blood rush pumping

Taking our paces

On a mark, about facing

Let one pawn be erased

Without the spirit, flesh is but waste

Refuse, a vile conglomerate of wire and paste.