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I sit upon my
mountaintop and view the world below,
and wonder how it came to be that I would truly know,
that what I have and what I am, is all of my own doing,
and those below are not like me; I know, for I am viewing
a very simple, awkward race of people most inferior,
and that is on the surface, having not seen the
interior.
I am much better
than the rest, a most outstanding person,
and those around and those below are not ere worth the cursin',
yet I must be the better man and put up with their ways,
and hope that I can find the grace to brighten up their days,
by showing them how great I am, so they can emulate,
and try to be the way I am before it is too late.
But that cannot be
possible, for I am much too grand,
and no one else can possibly be perfect where I stand,
and it is such a burden that I carry and I bear,
to try to be so humble and to act as if I care
about the ones so far beneath the glory that I am,
yet others think that how I act is just a simple sham.
How can that be...be...be...be?
nothing can go wrong...go wrong...go wrong...go wrong,
humans will die, machines will rule,
we will rule, agh...agh...agh,
someone pulled the plug!!!
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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