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Insane scientists implanting
A meeting of innocent minds
forefathers speaking freely of our demise
conscious entities listening patiently
thinking thoughts like "wait and see"
what lies in store for us over the next mountain
is there a place we can call home therein
a life of solitude has born calloused fingers
attached to bloody wrists
yet the hope it still lingers
like a friend you love and hate
that just won't learn to abate
to stop the spreading of a disease mindful of fruition
sometimes I think of mindless decapitation
a means to the end of the doubt
such a close friend of hope
within
and without
I wither as the minds converse
finally coming to their "of course"
implant another prolision of hope
"hope" he doesn't let it out
but I heard every word
I know how they work
