The creation of a monster

I stood in front of every man,
As they created that wretched thing,
I smiled and stared as they watched in fear
At the beginning of something
For which they were unprepared
They battled against the rules of God
And took life into their own hands
They cried and they screamed as they realized
The price for playing Frankenstein
For destroying so precious of laws
The creature was ugly, created from sin
It knew nothing but hunger,
And hate, curiosity and sadness,
But no love.
It had horns from its temples
And scales for skin
Flames for its eyes,
And poison within.
It had passion to fuel it
Hope to subdue it
And pain to control its whole world.
But worse still, it had a conscience
To show it the horror of its own existence
And it thought every day of the horrors of its flesh
It decided to destroy itself. A being that shouldn't exist
And to damn the men who created,
Such a wretched abomination
And that was the creation of me.
A monstrosity