Brothers feuding, duelling, to the last trumpet’s tune
Strumpets strewn in gutters, plootered on glue, age of Pluto
Fire consumed everything, ash upon it all
Black snowfall cascade, the flesh coming undone, sloughing away at touch
Like an eight minute mic’d crumpet gushing butter
One last crushing blow, then an age-long stillness
Windless moment forever feeling, nothing flutters
Everything suddenly shoots violently upward.
Alchemisland 
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