Alchemisland

Breakings things I can’t replace Glue and tape, an urn remade From Asia, late Bronze Age Spent ages on a shelf in a grand estate Upon a childless prelate’s death donated To a museum, protection of the State.

Grid blinking like a dying vape Finally going straight, going clear Going straight to the Iranian Strait of Hormuz Removal of remains, body in a state Casket lid closed, buried by the State We show them bodies full of holes, they cry fake Blood trickles down my ritual robes I hit you over and over…

Pampas grasses in the front and back Grass patches mark a swinger’s gaff Buy a share, you can share that ass  Mobile gaming, how clans are about to clash.

Doubling rice with every square on the chessboard, A bridge across the broad swell requested by the Lord, Which that seated princeling in pleated silver peacocks drawn Could stare toward in regal, dawn-drawn boredom, Knowing his contrivance is the best in this quarter, reportedly. Afterward, best pleased, talk turns to amounts, It’ll take the Emperor’s…

Incidents in this building Up late upbraiding the state Another CEO off the slate Racks bigger than Katie Price Maths quicker, name the price All in the head, no device Googling advice How to rid myself of vices I can’t survive, sobriety doesn’t suffice.