Yeesh, Master.
Indecision to make incisions fogging my dreams that I invision
Attack a position to complete my mission, create the final superstition
Ten feet tall, wide as a wall, legs built strong so he’ll never fall
And never crawl, my new puppeteer doll, answering to my beckon and call
To fight my war, and whats in store, to complete my very terrible chore
only folklore, but now no more, he knocks on reality and opens the door.
Forged from hate, and parts of the great, deathly pale and cold as slate
Now for fate, a brain from a crate, death and destruction when he awakes
He grunts and sighs, God Damn It’s Alive, sits up and turns from side to side
I’m filled with pride, to me he abides, and he cant be beat cause he already died
This monster is mine, I built his spine, from a bottle of humans I built his mind
Escaped my crime, by keeping the world on a line…
Thanks to my monster, I call Frankenstien.