The Atom

Let us begin with an atom, an atom.
An atom that makes friends and lovers.
It bonds and ties and oh what a surprise
It creates a molecule with powers.

Now this molecule has an idea, idea.
Lets find something like me and join
Lets keep growing bigger and pulling the triggers
And the synapses thus become thoughts.

Now these thoughts like to circle a mind, a mind.
And this mind is chock full of chemicals
And they mix and imbalance in an organic chalice
and become the feelings of penitence.

Now this penitence is long and it hurts, it hurts
But it cleanses the feelings of loss
and of ire and of guilt that make your heart wilt
even though its all naught but a thought.

So please step into my playroom, the playroom
let the manacles shoulder your scorn
let the crop and the whip indulge your power trip
when you leave you will feel but reborn.