Tentative Plans

I am free forever

Free from you and I 

Never bound to anyone 

And bound all the same to 

Stupid licks, and small ideas

Ideas just large enough to pass off as my own

But not true enough to ring through the hearts and minds 

Of the spiritually challenged 

Just enough to get by

Never strong, never true, just lucky once in a while

Trapped in a simulation world, worshiping the master

Licking the boots, and climbing over brothers corpse

What have we to fear? 

Ourselves, for the dark side of a human being

Has a Far Greater KIlling Potential than any mass produced, over powered, War Machine

It has no true weakness, no simple answer 

The myriad of thoughts and threads of ideas 

That lead the subhuman, the outcast believers of truth

Have no limit, no potential, and all the griminess of a big city gutter