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Preface
The creation of one that lived.
IT LIVES

Slice those armpits.
Slice those limbs.
Reattach them,
must be sin.

Make the heartbeat,
thump, thump, thump.
Flows the blood now,
pump, pump, pump.

There's the liver,
watch it quiver.
May be mad,
but I deliver.

Stand my beauty,
yes stand up straight.
Come face the sunlight,
it's creatures fate.

It lives like daydream
from deepest mind.
It lives like my dreams
not left behind.

Behind when waking,
to morning sun.
My mind is aching,
the night is done.

The creature made
is not a man.
Nor woman or child,
not by God's plan.

It walks amongst them,
and picks a man.
Then picks a woman,
a child by hand.

We'll take apart
their bodies whole.
Put back together,
without a soul.

The arms go here,
the arms go there.
The feet to ankles
the brains dispair.

For happy moments
that will not come.
For I am doctor
and now I'm done.

I'm done creating,
and done with life.
For living whole
nor with a wife.

A wife to hold me,
a wife to share.
Create a family
I'm in dispair.

To think of times,
that will not be.
Come walk you creatures,
for you are me.
Drawing added June 4th, 2009
         Frankenstein.  A tale well know by almost everyone included, if not everyone and all.  Drag the dead bodies and make them
better for their death.