Frankestein’s Lament

Torches at the gates
Screaming village of hate
Below me angry justice awaits
I regret this hour’s grown late

I can see the pages of history
Not yet penned, but misunderstanding me
Unholy thought, an abomination of man
My words they’ll burn, and no one will understand

One of these days I’d make a thing of beauty
One of these days I’d conjure and angel
One of these days I’d make a thing of beauty
One of these days I’d conjure an angel

What was it Lazarus said
On waking up from the dead
Turning science into an art
My creation has broken my heart

All I ever wanted was to bring life
Where nature says there must be eternal night
The cease of sorrow and return of breath
If we can end life than why not death?

One of these days I’d make a thing of beauty
One of these days I’d conjure and angel
One of these days I’d make a thing of beauty
One of these days I’d conjure an angel

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