I remain blind to fears solider so that my demise
is not an calculation of fate or destiny,
I deattach from humanitys machine,
So that soceity will deem me a problem,
Free of the pollution focused to disable the mind,
Condemned to be free, yet I seek unseen
In an effort, to abort the lies delievered when I was a child
Upon my demise, It will be your defintion
For I find the beginning in the end.