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Khemicaelia

There
I did it again
This vile chemical splendor
This poison by any sane criteria
This wonderful horrible madness
Waiting to be lifted by the Songs of Angels
Onto the plain of infinite infinitesimal introspection

Oh, glorious knowledge
Take me to where I've never been
Show me the deepest most exalted truths
About me and you

But it is not the Songs of Angels I hear
In a gray room constructed of grimy shadows
It is the dark incessant sub-aural throbbing hum and vibration
Of sinister subterranean machinery
In the bones of my soul
Emanating from the bottomless abyss
KhaoticKat
Written by KhaoticKat
Published
Author's Note
The price of certain knowledge is high. This poem is about the cost.
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