What form is this to behold
Concealed beneath hooded cloak
Cain in hand to crooked stand
It cannot be man
With swallowed tongue and labored breath
Words follow like shadows of death
Beneath cold facade
No creature of god
could ever understand
A heart for religion
And yearning for women
Unnatural joys of
unidentifiable origins
The markings its face
Tell of mothers disgrace
One way or another you'll pay
Think back to the time
When ever you toyed with heaven
Who's to say it isn't heaven
That holds your skin as collateral
I don't believe the name it gave me
The image reads like ancient weaponry
In this inhuman machine
This mindless mass of lethargy
There is no such thing
Whatever conception you have or had
No such species
It cannot be man
Who are you to say what I have become
Fractured thoughts like rivers run
Twisted lines for unfinished times
From father to mother to son
I would have everything you've done
I know I've seen you before, and I
Think I love you
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