In Rome inside the Vatican's catacomb's,
I made a  philosopher’s stone from knowledge of old,
Paranormal activities have me in the zone,

At home I extract genetic code from bone,
The Mad Doctor Doppelganger has made his own clone,

"Bolts of lightning jolt his dome,
Frankenstein moans as he shakes his bones.
Magic and medicine fuse skin with soul,
Warming his heart, reanimating the cold—
Then watch him rise from dead horizontal pose.