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Advertently A Half-Baked Human Being

Born into this next life 
from the past, 
I was told 
I was a human. 
Make sense, the birth-
mark on my right 
arm hints to me like 
a treasure map. 
Well at least 
that’s what my nurse 
friend believes 

so 

I asked God, 
creation is your specialty, 
but how come a chimera looks 
more complete than me? 
The skies and earth look 
dearly to you, perfection in every 
life even now despite 
my uncanny appearance. 
I look into the mirror and recite 
my half- 
hearted 
prayer, 

“Our Father which art in heaven, 
Hallowed be thy name.” 

I grasp the word 
to not forget yet I slip 
through the gaps 
looking up. 

I take form of my unspoken 
thoughts and stare 
into that mirror and ask, 
What is the purpose 
of my existence? 

I see a maggot before 
its cycle as incomplete 
nature come to face 
the next stage, 

“Metamorphosis”    

I was told I was a human, 
yet the devil grew 
horns thus the mirror 
image from before begins 
to confirm my true 
nature as metamorphosis 
indistinctly mutates.
 
My favorite series has turned 
into my reality, 
“Jungle Juice”  
the more compatible 
I am to a bug, 
the more I physically 
look alike I become, 

was I ever human?  

Quasimodo isn’t alone 
anymore, we are 
two of a kind.

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