Dr. Frankenstein's Rubinshtein: Theme of Post-Ordeal

(Note: This is a special piece that will not be renovated to be kept in the present day, and will not be updated in information, in order to preserve some of the past. Past I can reflect on. I am not keen on forgetting the past. The past can help us forge a better future. More on my philosophy on the past has been written).

(Philosocom's Subcategory on Revenge)

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Dr. Frankenstein Rubinshtein: Theme of Post-Ordeal

This is what I am talking about:

The fact, that you granted me, awareness, all throughout.

Your head is like that of an astronaut!

But thanks for making my mind go south.

You chose all the right words, but not considered, even ten,

So stop, and realize, that you're more than you are...

... You're not just an automatic driver, driving a car.

Quite foolish, but genius, to have accepted me, Chen.

Is it because of you, that now, I am this man,

Who wants to show that of dominance, he too, can?

This is 22', end of this year.

But my ravenous hunger, its end? Not even near.

Every obstacle, I wish to bomb, once it's sealed,

And let my illness, be Chronically Fatigued!

I may be a man, but there is a titan monster in me,

That craves optimality to be actualized, product of thee.

I may be a mister, but inside there's a kingpin, Don.

It sends its regards, to the words you've done.

I couldn't care for a second that I am too different,

Because all it wants, it WANTS WANTS WANTS!

To disprove, your claim,

O,

It lusts.

This is what I am talking about:

It's not about love, as I don't even have such lust.

I'm largely in love with wisdom,

Hence why philosophy and declaring this kingdom.

You chose all the right words, but not considered, even ten,

So stop, and realize, that you're more than you are...

... You're not just an automatic driver, driving a car.

Quite foolish, but genius, to enhance Mr. TAR,

Installed ambition that demolished my love for solitude.

Now I become self's death, destroyer of naive attitude.

This is 22', end of the year.

But the thought of victory, makes me a missionary,

To NOT bring my life to an end's near.

Why would I, even, succumb to counterintuitive fear?

I may be a man, but there is a titan monster in me,

That craves optimality to be actualized, product of thee.

I may be a mister, but inside there's a kingpin, Don.

It sends its regards, to the words you've done.

I couldn't care for a second that I am too different,

Because all it wants, it WANTS WANTS WANTS!

To disprove, your claim,

O,

It lusts.

This is what I'm talking about:

From rags to riches, with traffic I don't shun.

Philosocom's Acropolis with myself, as Khan.

To indefinite attention, I've surrendered, no longer run.

You chose all the right words, but not considered, even ten,

So stop, and realize, that you're more than you are...

... You're not just an automatic driver, driving a car.

I eat, philosophizing, for breakfast, and yet I still hunger,

For my next prey, to once more conquer,

And record for yourselves to see, that's what I'm after.

This is 22', end of the year.

My mental stomach is screaming.

It's thanks to you, it has such meaning;

Thanks to that Dr. Frankenstein, she got my neurons clicking!

Swarms of brain cells, crave design & engineering...

I may be a man, but there is a titan monster in me,

That craves optimality to be actualized, product of thee.

I may be a mister, but inside there's a kingpin, Don.

It sends its regards, to the words you've done.

I couldn't care for a second that I am too different,

Because all it wants, it WANTS WANTS WANTS!

To disprove, your claim,

O,

It lusts.