Unloading the full unholy capacity,
One final sign tap, for anyone asking:
No talking to the driver while the vehicle is in action.
Terrifying sleepstealing cries, wolfrhapsodies, Viking raptures.
Anpiels writhing at the fiery revelation from the unveiled cyphers.
A trough holding a thousand pairs of melted eyes.
Climbing fires like hellish ivy
Wreathing high cathedral spires,
Speechless crowds watching with horror the unfolding of Biblical scenes.
Through smoke and hazes of scalding, wobbly air, spectators
Watch flames overtake a dome
One large crack appears along its convex round
As must sprout along the pate of some trepanned Bedlam inmate
Deemed too dangerous not to be physically tamed, beyond mere restraint;
More follow until the wonder egg, which in April hosts able swallows,
Collapses behind an impermeable column of sable smoke. Choking.
Judgement is manifested as an entity, a monstrosity
Scales in his scaled hand. Souls waiting to be weighed.
A sense of moral and spiritual decay;
“OK, boomer” or “The kids these days!”
Alchemisland 
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