The new creator

The great creator
A case of self-horror
The world was in disbelief
But the interest never been brief

The methode obsolete
The technology deleted
But the advance of science
Proved the creator defiance

In search of recognition
Noble intention
Finishing up in a blood bath
With humanity wrath

A monster is born
Death's ripper mourn
Fearing to loose his job
In front of the castle, a mob

Their only utterance
Is a call of vengeance
They are after the monster
And jail the creator

There is no good
To deny darker mood
To express difference
Understanding in absence

The advance of science
Vision and trance
A goal to attain
With some blood stain

The creator was curious
The mob was furious
It was an odd number
No chance for the creator

The creation in loneliness
Causing a lot of stress
Wanted to be understood
Wanted to know how to be good

Lonely is the monster
Crazy was the creator
The mob have insanity
Nobody is happy