Mind fuelled up on amethyst deceivers
Receives the chief of demons
My brain the EVP receiver
Solomon and the Queen of Sheba
Lining up to teach me controlled breathing
And how that can result in kundalini
Madlings prancing against the black screen of my half sleeping
The séance apportments fade away, but they never leave me
Aggrieved parties leave
Sometimes, the grieving feel more freed
Either outcome, I pocket the fee
Not for the squeamish this seering lark, believe me.
Alchemisland 
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