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A poem about Frankenstein and his monster. More like the movies. |
| The great creator A case of self-horror The world was in disbelief But the interest never been brief The methode obsolete The technology deleted But the advance of science Proved the creator defiance In search of recognition Noble intention Finishing up in a blood bath With humanity wrath A monster is born Death's ripper mourn Fearing to loose his job In front of the castle, a mob Their only utterance Is a call of vengeance They are after the monster And jail the creator There is no good To deny darker mood To express difference Understanding in absence The advance of science Vision and trance A goal to attain With some blood stain The creator was curious The mob was furious It was an odd number No chance for the creator The creation in loneliness Causing a lot of stress Wanted to be understood Wanted to know how to be good Lonely is the monster Crazy was the creator The mob have insanity Nobody is happy |