On ice and we’re not out curling
Making debt collection the fastest field sport since hurling
Cutting cunty slabs off a block like I’m preparing the eve’s terrine
Weed needer, all mine the keys to all the beasts in the marina
Worry’s surcease in adrenal, therefore
Careen screaming toward the wharf scarce dared,
The rarely-sought ford, the fairly-lost scoured plains
Eldritch magmas ate.
Alchemisland 
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