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The Genome Soldier - CHALLENGE 8

The Genome Soldier - CHALLENGE 8
By Ghostwriter on 03/09/2011
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I was born in shadow,
And penned into a sty.
Congealed in a bunker,
Beneath Roswell’s moonless sky.
Conceived in a laboratory,
And hidden from your eyes.
No family to guide me,
Just uniforms, and spies.

I was prodded and poked and teased,
Tested for strength and skill.
Riled into a frenzy,
Impelled and empowered to kill.
I was tortured, twisted and cursed,
Till I lost my sense of mind.
I’m now a thorn in your flesh,
The scourge of all mankind.

I do not think I am human,
I am not akin with that beast.
He who gave life to this wretched soul,
As a weapon, to be unleashed.
And I could see no reason,
That justified my plight.
Perhaps money, greed or power,
But no thought to what is right.

So like Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein,
Or the Hiroshima attack,
These foolish scientists lit a match,
With no thought of reprisals back.
And I punished them for this -
Tore them up like strips of meat.
I garrotted, maimed and butchered,
Before vanishing in the heat.

But greater doom lay before me,
Beyond my shameful life.
The chemicals of creation stirred,
Searing pain through my chest like a knife.
For I was a failed project,
A protocol cursed with infection.
My diseased composition a dying breath -
They could not sustain imperfection.

I took refuge from it all then,
In a house untouched for an age.
I accepted my fatal demise,
But refused to die in a cage!
Now hunted by my fathers,
I feel the end is near.
My brief experience of life,
Is one of pain, destruction and fear.

There is not much comfort now,
As I stare into the abyss,
As my blood boils like vapour,
I take solace in only this…
Perhaps when they find me,
Just one mortal soul will find shame.
He’ll pity the carcass before him,
And tell all, that life’s not a game.

© By Ghostwriter On 3/9/2011 11:47:13 AM
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