The alchemist tells us
that our golden dreams
cannot turn to rust.
But the alchemist was burned alive
like a pig roasted on a spit
oh, so savory!
When all our hopes fade away,
the idealism of youth is replaced
by the cynicism of truth,
and we can see the world for
what it really is.
But, the cynics that we are,
we must laugh
for it is the only way
we can hide.
Oh alchemy, save me from the doom
of the golden dreams
the sparkling glimmers of hope
the shining rays of the sun
of tomorrow.
I cannot be disappointed again.
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