• In nightmarish syncopation
    Whir strange machines, evil inventions
    Designed to perfect nature's rhythm.
    But in your science there is hidden
    Horrors which surpass imagination
    For, Chemicals mutate with blinding screams
    As piercing gears strike and gleam,
    Reddened by remorseful blood;
    Crimson taints the floor, a black-ish flood.
    Tears of infants, dead and pure,
    Stir in beakers, rest unsure.
    Lightening strikes as syringes plunge;
    Knives and shocks and weapons lunge.
    Emotionless doubts and frivolous hopes,
    Tied senseless by magnetic ropes,
    Snap with sonorous pains and cries.
    Electricity mounts to enormous size
    And dements our molecules,
    Maintaining delicacy by rule.
    Terror accelerates as safety declines.
    Finally reason may blare through your minds.
    What have you created, what have you done?
    After all effort, no battle is won.
    There is no happy peace in view,
    Only chaos have you pursued.
    Curiosity poisons your morals,
    As insanity before you spirals and twirls
    In accurate syncopation sweet.
    Humanity has met a tragic defeat.