Reciting passages from singed outsider Bibles reconstituted post-bonfire
Imbibing Paranoia Cabbage unto my demise, the most monged, soul high
Standing pat with packs, logoed back
Tradeless Jack jacketless in the jagged lobby
My lagging hobbies symptomize a winding down mind
Confination’s self-conflagrating conclusion
Nothing’s useful when one’s youthful aloofness is harpooned
A shooter’s instinct unpated the mooted king
His pavemented brain uncased contained a taletelling casing
A pewter ring cased in imbecile’s gold one scratch scrapes away;
The jeweller who e’en in early youth produced wonders is disgraced.
Too much lace by half has laced my lineage; my son my worst creation.
Alchemisland 
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