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Another time in the world of fright

A different pace on a different night

At last the situation and mood is right

Though he doesn't evolve out of spite



This and other experiments are cause for concern

But all of his rewards are what he deserves

All the shimmer and shine are only what he earns

Until his final presentation before he exits to burn



Novels upon the drawing board and pencils pierce his hand

As he leaves his characteristic impression upon the land

Casting away so many creations never seen by man

And carving a false name and fictional story in the sand



A broken finger with malnourished blood to spare

Along with a foul personal stench that purifies the air

In time and rhythm with the opinion that he shares

Another mechanical heart is replaced by despair



Composed of sheet metal with smoke impersonating breath

His creation walks a path decorated with Master's regret

Without love, competition and deprived of proper rest

A silver shining insomniac is born with fuel cells in his head



Some refer to him as the mad-man, his child an abomination

Although he suffered a different type of segregation

Including, but not to limited to his alienation

He collects his disorders and keeps them neat in isolation



What is he? A step above or a step below

All we have is observation, and it's just for show

We have our logic and we always let them know

That we're keeping quota, and the Freak still stands alone.