pour some electricity on me

the violation of lifeless graves

re-attaching dead souls

catching electricity with kites

and re-sparking minds
there is a science to this flesh

no God is needed

and when mankind sees my creation's heart
and looks into his mismatched eyes

they will overlook the blood under my nails

and their screams and pitchforks
will simply melt into applause

(For my Dr. Frankenstein... I get it. I really do. A body in progress.)