@DiamondMind @Godsend @Leyonhjelm @Tony @dsm @ins0mniak @iwillbite @mischievoustomato @p @phnt @pwm @thebitchisback @verita84 @william in shadows cast by cold war fears,
where secrets brewed for countless years,the minds of men became the clay in labs where light kept truth at bay.
behind a desk, with files closed tight,
they conjured dreams in dead of night.
not dreams of peace, but mental chains, in whispered labs of hidden pain.
a dose, a drip, a silent test,
no questions asked, no time to rest.
lsd flowed like ghostly wine,
to fracture thought and blur the line.
volunteers? they rarely knew—
their memories scrubbed, replaced anew.
the puppet strings were hard to see,
inside a state of secrecy.
a thousand thoughts, a million screams, all silenced in forgotten dreams.
some vanished deep, beyond recall—
a cost unseen, a quiet fall.
and though the files were set ablaze,
some truths still haunt the modern maze.
for minds once lost, can’t be undone,
what’s done in dark is never gone.
so heed the tale, and mind the door,
of those who’d wage a hidden war.
for knowledge bent to cruel extremes,
can weaponize the very dreams.
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