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Creation of your works
Frankenstein and the monster
Genius of their works
Sheer terror created,
Now that,
THAT IS STRENGTH;
THAT IS CREATION,
THAT IS POWER,
Feverishly pitched,
Devil Incarnate,
I am what you made me
The creation of their works,
Payin the price of all that hurt you
You, the creator of all that is stored inside me
That which dwells in me
That which mines mine grey matter
the conscience and its sub~
You,
Both glamorous, and sickly twisted
As only the demented genius seek
And I,
I,,, the monolithic creation of pure stone,
Hardened in the fires of hell an contempt for men
I am the monster,
Of your creation;
I will hunt you
Destroying you with bare hands,
I… Am, Me…
Not you
NOT YOU
WOMAN
Behold words set on fire
The creation of works
Silently uttered, unto brazened stone
Genius of their works
Sheer terror created,
Now that,
THAT IS STRENGTH;
THAT IS CREATION,
THAT IS POWER,
Feverishly pitched,
Devil Incarnate,
I am what you made me
The creation of their works,
Payin the price of all that hurt you
You, the creator of all that is stored inside me
That which dwells in me
That which mines mine grey matter
the conscience and its sub~
You,
Both glamorous, and sickly twisted
As only the demented genius seek
And I,
I,,, the monolithic creation of pure stone,
Hardened in the fires of hell an contempt for men
I am the monster,
Of your creation;
I will hunt you
Destroying you with bare hands,
I… Am, Me…
Not you
NOT YOU
WOMAN
Behold words set on fire
The creation of works
Silently uttered, unto brazened stone
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