Clone My Soul

Clone my Soul

Clone me Mr. Scientist.

Recreate what the Lord has made.

Clone my soul.

Get your hands dirty in the creation of human beings,

scramble the neurons in my brain.

Use science to make a new me,

experiment on me.

Take the cells from my blood and transport them into tubes.

Disturb and freeze the living creature in my body.

Take the breath out of my child.

Freeze her lungs,

her legs,

her soul. 

Clone my soul, Mr. Scientist?

Oh, hell no!