Psychopathic Science

Psychopathic Science

A Poem by Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot
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Haven't written anything in awhile so I figured I should write something. Enjoy!

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Thunder cracks and rips through the vortex 
 The body is well preserved on the gurney with care
   Many people find science too complex
  But those certain people always have a few extra limbs to spare
       The muffled moans of my tests creep from the vents
   The rancid, intoxicating odor soaks through the walls
      When I'm done this creation will have every sense 
   The lovely screams of my pets echo through the halls
   Half past twelve, the shows about to begin 
 Lightning strikes the conductor with a jolt
  So what if bringing back the dead is a sin
 The power is surging through it's volts
  The smell of life roams the air
 Bright blue eyes snap open with fear
  The creation focuses on me with a glare 
 I can't help but to evily cheer
   

© 2014 Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot


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How classic your words are spoken. I like it. Did great Mr.ClssicalyWicked

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Tea
Great idea, it's very imaginative.

Posted 9 Years Ago


well penned with a good idea

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Tags: Horror, Psychopaths

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Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot
Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot

Gotham , NJ



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