Bricks, bones, and bitter blood--
Assault the sense in a horrific flood.
Lost hope lies in rotting piles--
Huddled corpses seeped in putrid bile.
Limbs bound in rusted chains--
Tightened upon choking veins.
Tears spill in salted streams.
Walls echo with endless screams.
How many souls lie forgotten?
How many seek a bygone coffin?
Crumbling pieces of antediluvian antiquity,
Paint a portrait of corrupted nobility.
How could a place of strict science--
Now stand in such blatant defiance?
The mind holds endless secrets--
But, it must be pushed to its limits.
Let them call this senseless destruction.
Let them call this a madman’s dungeon.
The drills will continue to bore.
The halls will be littered with gore.
These mental marvels will be unlocked--
and I will not be stopped.
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