Poetry

Monday, 17 November 2025

Frankenstein mon stir

 Frankenstein was my father

And he hounded me all the way

Yes Frankenstein was my father

and he hounded me to my grave

Like a red truck fighting fire

He chased me along the highway

Like a red truck, sirens getting higher

H e tried douse out all my flames

But his water it was killing me

Killing me all the same


Oh Frankenstein was my creator

And my creator I had to save

But Frankenstein was my destroyer

And now it is I who must be brave

Like the men who went before me

Many generations with guns and slaves

All bent on my destruction

It is creation that I must save

For if he dies

Then what am I?

What am I with no God to praise

And if he dies then so must I

For what am I?

With no God to hate

Tell me what am I ?

going ever farther

hell is nearer as closer I am to save

And if he is my saviour, then heaven

help me to my grave

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