The relentlesss march from cradle to grave
Is all I fear, it's all I crave
Every generation brings a whole new wave
of people dying in order to save
if only I could find anew
from bodies just like me or you
a man who would fight in wars
and see that history take its course
Now I shall die with my face in the dirt
I start to cry, even that makes it hurt
My wife left behind in the grasp of this man
a creature I made with my own two hands
My mind starts to clear I see through the pain
and return to find my wife has been slain
this monster of mine who killed my wife
I must destroy it, take its life
Following this fiend to the ends of the earths
I have caused my final curse
Though I yet live I forsee for myself
a life of hiding, subterfuge and stealth
One should not play with God's great goals
and forge a monster with no soul
I gave him his pulse, I gave him his breath
I created life out of death
Here's the twist in our twisted tale
Our eponymous hero lies dead
His cruel creation yet clings on to life
but sad thoughts run through its head
Killing has brought it no comfort
It tries to take its own life
the moral of this story of woe?
Don't play with a surgeon's knife
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