Gilled Gods resurfacing after two millennia below surf
Killing that gull wasn’t worth the full belly
Hell’s worst rotating like armpit temperature sushi
The shackles I made for my mind
Had it so that small fires were greatly magnified to my eyes
So the smallest of trials to my sight resembled a Titan
A Mount Fuji I couldn’t see by, the sea behind
Always greener leeside, not one inch closer despite hurtling
The first of several precariously balanced turtles
Forming the scaffolding behind the crushed velvet curtains of the world.
Alchemisland 
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