Not on margins or at centre
Not in majority or in minority,
Not on heights or in depths,
I am, where you are.
I take back,
Every thought- stance
Retract them from mind,
Tie tight knots on their mouths
Shove them from spiky heights
Dead deep into dread trenches.
They will die, i will kill them
For sure, for you.
My back faces any
Immaculate sci (sic) thought
From now on will never shelter
Them in my abode.
In cold I will let them be
And freeze, thus die outside
And just keep on eating supper
Safely in my cozy home, I will.
The ghost of my scientific thoughts linger perpetually
From vent of my room, I will cover it, no worries.
And will ever live in terror
Of my own thoughts.
The offspring produced
From some unknown conjugation of my naïve brains?
Don’t worry I‘ll kill it, as soon as it’s born
Will up bring only those already been brought up
By you, for us, my dear potentate,
So what they die their natural deaths,
We will keep them with us.
I’ll make do with stenches and all.
And learn the art of mummification
I‘ll dig the old graves
And why to wait for the judgment day
I am a non-believer now.
No, I do believe what you tell me to
Just don’t be offended.
You can make millions of people all alike
By just washing their brains,
Or sometimes just removing the air from under their nose
Or just giving them some flavoured air
With which their lungs
Just get overwhelmed
And express gratitude, they
By bowing like broken puppet heads
Or by giving them
Intensity of emotions, such
That they really get aflamed, become ashes.
Those who remain, will all be your clones
Who needs debate on cloning?
When it can be done all
So why to stop for science
Just put it on gallows.
I am with you
It’s you, who I am,
I am you.
Just don’t be offended
Just don’t make war
I offer peace
My new and only god you are now
And I have sacrifices many
To make at your alter,
Don’t get offended
Don’t let us be we
Let us be you
Let us be you
Who needs variety here?
Don’t be offended
Live and let not live,
I must share and you should know
Somehow I know you are my future-worshipper
Just don’t get offended
My Judge, my prosecutor, my executioner
Ha … my future worshipper.