A man , practicing
A scientist, knowing to manipulate nature
Posseses the power
No man should wield
A work no man was born for
Its his heartbeat
Its his vessel
In his home
In his temple
Wood and metal
A cold and fashioned table

Unstoppable are his thoughts
The human renaissance
To soften the wounds
The precious Elise
Of all The flower to bloom these spring
she is the one he´ll never see.

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