There's the whole story,
And there's the story in between 
Where light becomes a particle,
Becomes a wave 
And a thousand words are lost,
A thousand experiments fail,
A thousand people become faded names
And then you get to the end
It's a rigged game, no glory, no fame
So there's the whole story,
The in-between and the end
And somewhere, lost between these gaps
Is the scientist's rage
It makes sense, doesn't it?
Knowledge is carnage.

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