The final touch

Oh god, how much I loathe

the Hippocratic Oath

It tries to chain me tight

by telling me what’s right

As I can clearly see

I am meant to be free

from morality

by geniality

The empathy and ethics

are artificial limits

set by old dead Greek

just to make me weak

I love to feel the thrill

when I use my skill

To practice medicine

and taste the dopamine

I will make you perfect

I will make you pure

I will erase defects

I’m the only cure

Your creator is fraud

I am the only god

I

bring

the final touch

The mother nature lost

when our paths have crossed

Now I dictate the way

how life’s going to sway

I’m giving life new form

wearing my white uniform

with tools made of steel

making my dreams come real

It’s my creativity

and huge ability

pushing reality

near immortality

Death needs my permission

to finish its mission

I decide when you rot

‘cause I’m the only god

I will make you perfect

I will make you pure

I will erase defects

I’m the only cure

Your creator is fraud

I am the only god

I

bring

the final touch