This poem can be heard as a Spoken word (read by me) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v= IoAeA6nYH5A
There are some who fool around With human DNA They say it's a progessive step For the world today.
The deciphered human genome Is a plaything in their hands Just a toy to then employ And change the state of man.
"Change your child's DNA! He's strong as a horse! He can be, and he can see Like a hawk, of course!"
Just like in the movies They've conditioned us for that. Vampires and werewolves And woman morphed to cat!
We can all be cyborgs! Robotic legs and things! We can be like Batman But with automated wings!
Let's just look at Genesis Look at chapter 6 Those beast/man Nephilim Did actually exist!
The Watchers came and mated With human women fair The Sons of God were demons, So we'd best have a care!
God had to drown the demon-spawn To save the human race The waters flooded over them And there was not a trace.
Now God found Noah perfect For he had a pure bloodline There was in him no change From God's original design.
Now, folks, what will happen When human beings aspire To be like animals yet again? This time there'll be FIRE!!!
What about our tender hearts? Do they matter anymore? The world's consumed with evil You'd best know what's in store.
When we're no longer human But have a cyborg mind Will mankind ever be the same? Godly? Loving? KIND?
Humans enslaved for weakness Do you find that odd? We will be a "Super Race" Usurp the Will of God.
Will there be salvation? Or will it be too late? When men go and take the role Of the God they hate?
Be glad that God loves us! For we were made like Him. He wants to take us from this place! He wants us to WIN!!!
Is this all science fiction? Watch the news! It's PLANNED! Babies being altered To unnatural lifespans!
Because of overweening pride We mess with things divine Enter human suffering -
*EXIT HUMANKIND.
"The Island of Dr Moreau" Just a book? A couple of movies?
I once heard of an old man who was dying. He told his son a story. He had been in WWII stationed in the south Pacific. He was ordered to place explosives in a cave. He went in and what he saw froze his blood rock solid. There were CHILDREN IN THERE. In cages. Some had feathers. Some had scales. ALL WERE IN A G O N Y.
He placed the explosives trembling like a leaf. When he emerged, pale as marble, he asked about the children. He was told never to speak of it again, for he would not be believed. His commanding officer told him, "We won't be killing them. It is a MERCY. THEY ARE DEAD ALREADY."
He wept bitterly on conveying this confession to his son. He said he had never told a soul, but couldn't die in peace for the knowledge.
THE HUMAN GENOME HAS BEEN DECIPHERED FOR MANY YEARS.
Science fiction? You can comfort yourselves with that...