The Alchemist
The needle and syringe,
all mankind waits to taste the sweet of ecstasy.
A way out, an open door,
the alchemist sprawls on the dirty floor.
His experiment sponsored by greed incorporated,
just another delusional form of chloroform.
With salty solutions, making him thirstier still,
the alchemist dies on humanities floor,
waiting for love and nothing more.
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