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Chloroform DivinityThey say to sleep perchance to dreamOf better days, surreal, serene A shift in planes of reality... And we slumber in chloroform divinity We strive to make our gods in flesh Engineered in bio-labs Our gods will suit our purposes And sacrifice the causes of unrest We slowly build our cataracts To wipe out evil visions, oh Abominations of the soul Cut out like the venom of a snake Our weapons turn to artifacts And spores of our derision Desecration shall inhibit As we dream what perfect future we shall make Yet dreams are flawed and never speak It seems the raw, demonic weakness, oh Poisons every structure and belief That we are yet to comprehend But nonetheless we must believe That someday we can rise above The instincts that created us And drove us to our impulse to descend They say to sleep perchance to dream Of better days, surreal and serene, oh A shift in planes of reality And we slumber in chloroform divinity... |