Their primitive yet seeminlgy complex thoughts are formulated by Klansmen in lab coats Soaking in test tubes full of lukewarm water Mental fetus's fermenting, their umbilical cords are connected to your cable box They are the replicants of the replicated grafted, half masked devils (thanks to Yacub) they have evolved into walking commercials You can see the faint barcode in the back of their necks They march in unison to the monotonous rhythm of conformity to the local "store near you" "Batteries not included" but their souls were "Sold Seperately" when they were told in kindergarten to color their sky blue and their grass green. The rise of the machines and sex toys found under the beds of teenage boys, politicians, and leaders who are just as lost as the rest of us. They are THE THEY. The NORMAL. All the norms combined to born a serpent-like robot wearing a blue collar. Appearing in what they call "human form" America's mirrors The flag bearers Facist, Masons, Racist, and their facelss children born into a matrix of hate. With a pre-cut piece of American Pie on their plate. They are the lost Boys and Girls that only recognize the light of Direct TV as tru enlightenment. They are those who STILL PICK COTTON off the clothing racks owned by hooded aryans, owners of TIMBERLAND They are the Egyptologist who still hold that King Tut's gold mask couldn't have been covering a black face. They are the [email protected]#z in black face, losing the race fast, because they are still trapped in slavery, so wrapped in the "rap" that feeds crap to their $2.00 ego's. They are the NEO-NAZI's the ILLUMINATI, the Concelament Kamakazi's, CApitalist who play the public like DUKE_NUKEM. They are the TERRORIST who say "Just f----en Nuke 'em" They are your next door neighbor who asks to borrow your sugar, only to steal a glance and covet your wife. Thet are the owners of your everyday life. See, we exist in the same space, but they play in a different cage. All in due time lies and destruction do ryhme Despite the current outsight Soon Come will be the dawn of their plight They will surrender to the night HOPE it will not be too late for the children of the NIGHT. Peace!