| Born into a life of suffering scientific prodding now beings
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| Vestigial extremities a twisted mass of skin
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| It looks a monster but they swear it’s human too
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| Truth is that it could’ve been me or you
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| One simple helix misconstrued
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| The world of science finds it beautiful
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| The child is deemed a male
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| And beneath the glowing lights it’s grown
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| Can it feel human love?
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| No one would waste a drop on such a thing
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| Eyeless abomination hideously disheartening
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| Machines inflate it’s weakened lungs
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| Sustained by liquid foods
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| Pinkish throbbing aberration
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| Anomalous abortion living on Monitored observed and when it finally passes
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| Internal organs will be 'splayed to find what therein lies
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| Unlock the secrets of the spine
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| It’s mysteries will baffle modern medicine for centuries to come
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| What god will it plead unto
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| A life spent on display in microscopic detail
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| X-ray shows with an intestinal maze
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| The operating theatre awaits
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| Can it feel human love?
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| No one would waste a drop on such a thing
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| Eyeless abomination hideously disheartening
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| It looks a monster but they swear it’s human too
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| Truth is that it could’ve been me or you
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| One simple helix misconstrued
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| He would look better floating in a jar
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| Cataloged and carried our this life of hell comes to an end
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| Monitored observed and when it finally passes
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| Internal organs will be 'splayed to find what therein lies
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| Unlock the secrets of the spine
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| It’s mysteries will baffle modern medicine for centuries to come
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| His sad existence in the gleam of the waiting scalpel
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| A sick example a selection most unnatural
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| Illuminating fortune and fragility
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| We may never know the meaning of it’s short and torturous life |