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Frankenstein
Frankenstein and his monster will make you scream
They are part of a disturbing dream
Victor had a passion for science
He had a streak of defiance
He wanted to cheat death
Bring back life after the final breath
But the dream turned into a nightmare
The monster needed love and care
But Victor rejected his creation
Which resulted in his devastation
The creature killed a loved one
Soon after he was gone
He travelled to the north pole
The perfect place for a lost soul
Victor followed the cause of his downfall
One final embrace would end it all
They joined together in the freezing snow
They headed for a place where nobody would go
Two doomed souls destined to die abroad
This is the punishment when you defy Our Lord
Frankenstein and his monster will make you scream
They are part of a disturbing dream
Victor had a passion for science
He had a streak of defiance
He wanted to cheat death
Bring back life after the final breath
But the dream turned into a nightmare
The monster needed love and care
But Victor rejected his creation
Which resulted in his devastation
The creature killed a loved one
Soon after he was gone
He travelled to the north pole
The perfect place for a lost soul
Victor followed the cause of his downfall
One final embrace would end it all
They joined together in the freezing snow
They headed for a place where nobody would go
Two doomed souls destined to die abroad
This is the punishment when you defy Our Lord
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Frankenstein and his creation were doomed companions. They were both searching for something important. Victor was trying to cheat death and the monster was searching for love and acceptance. They both fell into despair and headed for the north pole to escape society. They had both become outcasts. Many of us can relate to that. I hope you enjoy the poem.
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