Spawned into a life of suffering
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scientific prodding now begins
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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 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 its weakened lungs
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sustained by liquid food
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pinkish, throbbing aberration; anomalous abortion living on
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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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its 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 within 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, carried out
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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 that therein lies
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unlock the secrets of the spine
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its mysteries will baffle modern medicine for centuries to come
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his sad existence in the gleam of a 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 its short and torturous life
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A Selection Unnatural
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| The Black Dahlia Murder |
