Scientific Progression of the Putrid Heart

Blasts of gamma radiation
Scramble my frequencies
When I'm searching for survivors,
And exiles,
Of the New city

Scanning my surroundings,
To give me muddled hints,
Of what I should do next;
Being mutant,
Being Y.

Breaking out
In pain and agony,
And knowing it will make me stronger

Make my psychic to this generation.
This rebellion
This embryonic freak.
Never to be aborted,
Always thwarted,
Hunger and draining
Its mother.
To become her
Ara, the state.

Statement.
What's left
And bereft
Of company.