What is below must be destroyed
before it leaves the void.
That which returns must not escape
and take on a new shape.
The thing was once destroyed by thought—
we all as one forgot—
but now it haunts us in our dreams,
filling the night with screams.
And so, I think, we all must die,
for if there’s no mind’s eye,
he can’t be seen, therefore, can’t be—
so none of us may flee.
I’ve set the charge and locked the door.
He won’t know what’s in store.
Why I’m Sealing Us in and Blowing up the Lab
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