Experiments!

This play ground is filled with puppets, Holding nuggets of metals in their throat, The words can be made of the precious metals, To make worthy of the spoken and the heard, The words can be gilded with fancy gold, To camouflage the bile to be the salivating nectar, The words can be molded from molten iron, That have to hammered again and again, To release the enthalpy of insecurity The words are mixed with numbered Lead, To numb and rot the living to be dead, The words can be coated with silicon, That can pass and spread the unicorns, The words that are not released, Not laced and coated with any other metals, But as heavy as the radioactive isotopes, Fission and fusion of incoherent illusion occur, The energy escaped will burn down the tower, The chain of reaction can't be controlled, It will be settled once the demolition is successful.