How can we not feel Adam’s pain See the features of this creature Tortured by people’s disdain And not weep at his wretched state
Frankenstein’s creation From his strange life equation Electrical innovation In that once marvelous now dead age
How can we not feel Adam’s pain The child with no real name Only a borrowed nomenclature To define his human inhumane nature
Torches and Preachers calling for his head Love denied never finding peace This so called beast could rip us to shreds Tear our flesh asunder and squash our heads
But when he speaks racked with life’s pain A horridly embellished mirror of my own My defenses break opening the floodgate And the monster makes me cry