Dr. Klein

In ninety-nine dimensions unknown to us,
The Filth flows and twists, a force to fuss,
Dr. Klein believes he's immune to its power,
But it's taken hold of him, consumed him hour by hour.

Obsessed with understanding the black water's might,
He's pushed the limits, experimented day and night,
He thinks he can control it, bend it to his will,
But the Filth has consumed him, its power he can't still.

In the halls of Orochi Group, whispers speak his name,
He's a legend, they say, a man of unmatched fame,
He can bring the dead back, unlock the afterlife,
A god among men, free from all mortal strife.

But the truth is far darker, sinister in its way,
The Filth has twisted his mind, nothing's left to say,
It's his obsession, his religion, his reason for being,
The key to immortality, the answer to everything.

He studies the mummies, the clay, the Filth in his grasp,
Believing he's making progress, he'll soon achieve his task,
But his mind is warped, consumed by the Filth's hold,
He'll stop at nothing to unlock the universe's gold.

The Ankh remains, a symbol of power and mystery,
A gateway to secrets, knowledge and history,
But those who seek it must be prepared to pay,
The ultimate price, to sacrifice all, come what may.

For the Filth has a hold on Dr. Klein, consumed him whole,
And those who dare to follow his path, pay the same toll,
A darkness that will consume them, body and soul,
The price to unlock the universe's secrets, an eternal goal.

So beware the lure of the Ankh, tempting though it may be,
For its knowledge and power comes at a cost, don't you see,
Dr. Klein's obsession should serve as a warning,
A cautionary tale for those who seek power and understanding.