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O! Frankenstein you were lost for a century
Nobody could tell wherever you have been,
But you are here now, a stranger to paradise,
Loneliness has become your friend
Your other name is Friday,
You have no soul, you love Cinderella;
Come, let us stroll to the earth my brother,
Should almighty look you twice
And discover, your heart is a transmitter
And cord of wire lurking inside the belly,
Have managed to peep out around your neck axle;
Come let us go,
I will make you the President of the world
Rule over every nation, every creed and tongue,
Entreat me, I will teach you all the puerile tricks
Tall wisdom and nubile swagger,
Of a new nuance of language.
I no go, I no go!
That globe I no go! I stay, I stay!
Famished out earth is full of fallacies
Terribly diabolical, cheerful envy,
And attractive jealousy like magnet
Infectious back biting, murderous barking
And tearing likes the hounds of hell,
Virus wickedness, witch hunting like wizard of oz
Feverish wagons of greediness uncountable;
I no go! I no go! I stay I no go!
Let me hibernate under the umbrella
Of the omnipotent shield dreaming dreams,
Of my blighted love by and by,
Where has she gone, Cinderella?
I looked afar off in the horizon
And beheld her like a mirage in a paradise,
Cupped right palm over the palm view transforming,
So that focus could discern, now
Striding same position in the stormy desert
In the showering sunlight,
Her figure moon-smooth as marble
Her hair flagging shamelessly in the breeze,
Her jutted hips dance to graceful steps
As she came, her robe turned to cloud
Turned into fading white goose, as she flew away,
Aloud her voice bust in mirth
Beckoning laughter teasing to quench my thirst,
O! I am man made
Forgot to put juice of crimson
To run in my vein,
To burn fire in my heart
My brain have muddle up and jumble up,
All happy wire tying it firm,
O! I murder Doctor, you do no good!
I have no appetite,
So God can have his dinner
But, I will die for her,
Because she is the dearest dream forever.