So many years ive waited for this shit to come, is it a dream?,
becuz the last time i created something was when i was fifteen,
nearly 20 years on and ive achieved the greastest ever glory,
something thats made my life worth while but other peoples boring,
what can i do now? shall i tell everyone, they wont want to know,
they envy me for my sucsess, they want me to leave but no,
i'm going to stay here, rub it in their faces, ye, i think ill do that,
so they can realise ive been here, through there and back,
but what if it is a dream and i wake up? my life would be weird,
i wouldn't have anything and i would live my life in fear,
fucka tear, i'm riding this out till the end, my creation is fearless,
discribed as a killing machine, one minute... now hear this,
*Rooaaarr* next door just screamed again, kids these days eh,
they say terrible things when it comes round they never no what to say,
who would ever guess that I could be a creator of beast thats here,
my only friend and son, who served me for over ten years,
my lab has served me well, i can't believe its coming to an end,
a piece of equipment that has been my closest ever friend,
now it's time i go to bed, over ten years of no sleep,
but who would have known the greatest glory would be a cloned sheep,
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Bound by glory