The Throne Above The Ward

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All directors, report in.
Facility secure. Remember who holds the keys.
Clipboard in hand, I survey my domain,
Stunts stick ready in a kingdom of pain.
Management tabbed at authorize the door,
Side-who gets freedom and who gets no more.
Quick fix for the wounded, never spray for the bold,
I control every secret this building holds.
The guards are my warriors, the staff are my eyes,
And the walls keep the truth that the institution denies.
Health keeps breathing when wounded collapse,
Security ensures no one escapes.
Protection stands firm when the danger draws near,
Three departments working while the whole ward fears.
Net giving medicine by charms that spark,
Shield raised high under fluorescent dark.
We keep it facility standing tall,
Answering the alarm whenever they call.
We hold the keys, we write the law,
We hide the truths that no one saw.
Health keeps them breathing, security holds the line,
Protection guards the ground while the lights decline.
Ethics questions research codes deep,
The Chapterson rules while the secrets sleep.
Seven positions won’t afford authority,
A throne above the ward belongs to me.
Lights stunned atoms, clipboard in hand,
I question the orders nobody understands.
Who watches when the cameras go black?
Who buries the evidence and covers the tracks?
I bet it in assessment, title isn’t proof,
I follow the truth through the cracks in the roof.
You can order my sons but I still investigate more,
Even the badge on Mustang says “no” to the gate.
Cold nights burning, experiments begin,
Searching for answers beneath the skin.
Admin rifle ran, strange compounds in glass,
I study the mysteries no one should amass.
Every failure recorded, every result preserved,
The truth is a prize that the world hasn’t earned.
But some doors open wider than anyone planned,
And something inside paperwork silently understands.
The Chapterson arrives and the room falls still,
One final decision can bend every will.
Every report, every secret, every lie,
I walk past through my hands before the night runs dry

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All directors, report in. Facility secure. Remember who holds the keys. Clipboard in hand, I survey my domain, Stunts stick ready in a kingdom of pain. Management tabbed at authorize the door, Side-who gets freedom and who gets no more. Quick fix for the wounded, never spray for the bold, I control every secret this building holds. The guards are my warriors, the staff are my eyes, And the walls keep the truth that the institution denies. Health keeps breathing when wounded collapse, Security ensures no one escapes. Protection stands firm when the danger draws near, Three departments working while the whole ward fears. Net giving medicine by charms that spark, Shield raised high under fluorescent dark. We keep it facility standing tall, Answering the alarm whenever they call. We hold the keys, we write the law, We hide the truths that no one saw. Health keeps them breathing, security holds the line, Protection guards the ground while the lights decline. Ethics questions research codes deep, The Chapterson rules while the secrets sleep. Seven positions won’t afford authority, A throne above the ward belongs to me. Lights stunned atoms, clipboard in hand, I question the orders nobody understands. Who watches when the cameras go black? Who buries the evidence and covers the tracks? I bet it in assessment, title isn’t proof, I follow the truth through the cracks in the roof. You can order my sons but I still investigate more, Even the badge on Mustang says “no” to the gate. Cold nights burning, experiments begin, Searching for answers beneath the skin. Admin rifle ran, strange compounds in glass, I study the mysteries no one should amass. Every failure recorded, every result preserved, The truth is a prize that the world hasn’t earned. But some doors open wider than anyone planned, And something inside paperwork silently understands. The Chapterson arrives and the room falls still, One final decision can bend every will. Every report, every secret, every lie, I walk past through my hands before the night runs dry

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