The Ghost of Frankenstein
It’s hubris, I suppose, down in my soul,
To think the ends will justify all means.
And thinking that all rules are drab and dull
I end up being blown to smithereens.
But truly I know what is for the best!
Thus, whispers little demons in my ears.
Consider it a type of sacred quest
And follow your own heart and not your fears!
If it can at all be done then it should.
Don’t worry about any consequence.
After all, it’s for mankind’s greater good!
How science lacks in good old common sense.
What keeps me safe in not crossing that line?
God’s good grace and the ghost of Frankenstein.
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