Bastard - 2012/06/06

Hot on my heels
Breath like hellfire
Intent on subduing
Every hope and desire

Words are no defense
Their ears sewn shut
Logic shall not deter
Their ability to cut

Their only offense
Will not be parried
The debts they birth
Ones we cannot carry

Marching in lockstep
With no pace and map
They play insane beats
Requiring us to clap

I alone cast them off
They are now powerless
For I dream of a future
Without useless regress

Free I may soon be
Or with another master
One way or another
I am now their bastard

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