The Laboratory Oracle

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Its, three minutes past noon

Submitted: March 11, 2013

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THE LABORaTORY ORACLE  
Mutated,
Encapsulated

The sun doesn't shine in hell.

World's fallen out of sync,
out of sanity, out of time

The duct-tape mistress has yet to come
it's three minutes past noon
my stitches are ripping- undone

it must be stopped
it must be stopped

the blood takes too long to dry,
and its already compromised
the tinfoil's effectiveness

Slither. Slither. 
Manifestations, 
Alien invasions 
creeping up my limbs

Mutated
bound and sedated

there's too much sun in hell.

 


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