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Zopiclone Experimental Dose
The song i knew, lyrics I'd memorised
I sang for least a thousand times
Why now it utters a new sound?
Alien language hidden til now...weird
but as if 'tis a language I've learned before
The words, message conveyed, I understood it all
Must be... God just spoke to me...
Maybe I'm your prophet of twentieth century
God told me the bible is written wrong
All but lies the fallen told
but since ignorance is cool, he said
paradise remains open for fools
And this lingering bitter metallic taste
Must be.. Jesus's blood...
It seems I've teleported to a restaurant
been here before, familiar rustic decor
ceiling fan spinning slackly... wobble
wobble... wobble... wobble... hobble...
Myself alone, at this table for four
Strange smiling faces glancing at me
Admiring their prophet, perhaps.
Chicken Chop and Cola magically appeared
Everything taste bland, taste like metal... must be...
The sick lingering aftertaste of Jesus's blood
It seems I've teleported back to my home
Wholly exhausted tho' little i did today
Must be.. The toll for hearing God's word
My soft fluffy bed worded "lay on me"
Must be... God telling me to sleep
I sang for least a thousand times
Why now it utters a new sound?
Alien language hidden til now...weird
but as if 'tis a language I've learned before
The words, message conveyed, I understood it all
Must be... God just spoke to me...
Maybe I'm your prophet of twentieth century
God told me the bible is written wrong
All but lies the fallen told
but since ignorance is cool, he said
paradise remains open for fools
And this lingering bitter metallic taste
Must be.. Jesus's blood...
It seems I've teleported to a restaurant
been here before, familiar rustic decor
ceiling fan spinning slackly... wobble
wobble... wobble... wobble... hobble...
Myself alone, at this table for four
Strange smiling faces glancing at me
Admiring their prophet, perhaps.
Chicken Chop and Cola magically appeared
Everything taste bland, taste like metal... must be...
The sick lingering aftertaste of Jesus's blood
It seems I've teleported back to my home
Wholly exhausted tho' little i did today
Must be.. The toll for hearing God's word
My soft fluffy bed worded "lay on me"
Must be... God telling me to sleep
Published 3rd Jun 2012
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Anonymous
4th Jun 2012 1:10am
Zopliclone is Imovane, a benzodiazepine hypnotic (sleeping pill) which is sold by prescription only in Canada and other countries. It is NOT prescribed in the USA and if it were - it would be by prescription only as it can cause dependence. That being said....I have no idea on how you got high on this......But it made for a good poem.....you write well
4th Jun 2012 1:41am
wouldn't classify it as a "high" still a surreal trip though.
Thank you Kitty!
Thank you Kitty!
