I found the masses: slaves following smiles and applause. FEAR.
I looked up to God: shells of the illusory oversoul.
Now I search for teachers; not perfect, yet better than me.
But you know what? It all takes too long.
I'm ready to go, be, explode the center..
You want an audience? Go ahead and find one, go find your heaven.
Me? There's no such thing.
Practice is a myth. So be a hero and kill to protect: a mortal's bane.
The reaper watches.