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Born into a life of suffering, scientific prodding, it now begins |
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Vestigial extremities, a twisted mass of skin |
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It looks like a monster, but they swear it's human too |
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Don't be scared, it could be me or you |
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One simple helix misconstrued |
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The world of science finds it beautiful |
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The child is deemed a male |
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And beneath the glowing light is grown |
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Can it feel human love? |
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No one would waste a drop on such a thing |
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Eyeless abomination, hideously disheartening |
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Machines inflate its weakened lungs |
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Sustained by liquid foods |
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Pinkish, throbbing aberration |
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Anomalous abortion, living on |
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Monitored, observed and when it finally passes |
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Internal organs will be splayed to find what therein lies |
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Unlock the secrets of the spine |
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Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine for centuries to come |
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What god will it plead unto |
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A life spent on display in microscopic detail |
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X-ray shows within an intestinal maze |
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The operating theatre awaits |
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Can it feel human love? |
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No one would waste a drop on such a thing |
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Eyeless abomination; hideously disheartening |
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It looks a monster, but they swear it's human, too |
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Truth is that it could've been me or you |
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One simple helix misconstrued |
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He would look better floating in a jar |
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Cataloged, carried out, this life of hell comes to an end |
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Monitored, observed and when it finally passes |
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Internal organs will be splayed to find what therein lies |
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Unlock the secrets of the spine |
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Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine for centuries to come |
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His sad existence in the gleam of a waiting scalpel |
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A sick example; a selection most unnatural |
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Illuminating fortune and fragility |
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We may never know the meaning of its short and tortuous life |
