Replica

Wielding together artificial meat No need to conserve this being will keep Looking through grafted eyes The creator now smiles Shamelessly looking at bones made of lies Once it is born does it speak with a tongue? Calling out hopefully, am I the one? It started out walking it skipped all the steps Its power lacked knowledge deceived by the best Slaying with anger the others were dust Running in circles pain filled with must Confronting the master to find what he was Hoping to live, but then again who does?