The Orphanage So Sinister

The tin roof covers the old barn
The purple light dimly inside the nursery,directly projected onto the tiny cradles. Lined Up.
Especially chosen. In rows of 6. Or 2. Or 3.
The clock strikes twelve.
The babies awaken by the backward tapes.
A smell of sulphur and paraffine. Acetone maybe? 
"This one is formatted" said Dr Kameroon. 
"Well done! It's all ok!" said the nurse holding the kid.

The cradles lined up.
Around the barn. 
Babies. Orphans. Little Hands and Feet.

Just an experiment. We'll see if it helps! Can't hurt'm!
Press hard. Dig well. Spin again.

A siren. They're awaken. 

Time for oats and warm milk and maple syrup. They must be hungry! After the torture comes the sweet thing.

The Orphanage, so sinister, sole property of the One Church - AMEN!

In the barn, lined up cots, cradles of hell awaiting the call. 
A few months here and they're good to go.

In the orphanage so sinister

> Project MK


THERE WERE JUST BABIES

NOW THEY'RE CONFIGURED...
Nicely!