The Necromancer raised aloft his haggard cane, then spake
A black Cainite recitation, from an umentionable book of hate,
As lacquered odalisques trysted twistedly before blistering obelisks.
Desires escape does a skeleton once awake,
Scratches and scrapes nailbreakingly skin’s underside.
Its coffin lid our graffitied hides.
Alchemisland 
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