Killed by science
This specimen was a sight for poor men
While they stood there stone faced and silent
Each was afraid to ask when
The air became so stale and sordid
It was doing a more adamant job of holding them there than the floor did
Killed by wonder
This is an act of treason
On top of the chains was branded a most sobering: "The pinnacle of man's stand to reason! "
For now all our patience will be fulfilled
Every tear wiped dry
We have perpetuated life, we are no longer flies
Having lived our limbic legacy
The least of us will perennialize atavistic "potential"
For latent in us lies novelty sentimental
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