As you enter the lab,
And see them all again,
You know it will never be the same,
Never again.
You've seen the dead,
You have worked with the dead,
But in Iraq, you saw Death,
Cutting down people you had come to know and care for,
Leaving you dreaming of brutal deaths of your colleagues.
You thought that the dreams would stop when you came back,
But they only became worse.
You want to cry,
To scream and shout,
And you do,
Safe from prying eyes,
But for your friends,
You smile,
And laugh,
And think,
Maybe,
Just maybe,
If you become who you were before, it will be alright.
But you know in your heart,
That it is a lie.
And you start to feel yourself falling,
Falling quietly,
Falling slowly,
Falling incessantly into madness,
And that leaves you open,
Open for the Master to find you,
Open for him to create order in your life,
Open for him to pour false logic into your scrambled brains,
Open for him to tell you that all he needs is for you to help him,
To help him hide some bones,
To help him steal some teeth,
To help him take his treasure,
And to help him concoct the greatest mystery of all time,
And to you,
Dr. Zack Addy,
It is simple logic,
Because you have fallen,
fallen into corruption.