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Landed

Landed
I just landed on myself
With no guidance system
Nor instruction about the mission
Except for the cold heart
Which I kept apart
As something to deal with
Later

I was left of right it seems
My compass had no bearing
Laws and rules did not exist
Until I made them up
Becoming my own government
Passing ports with phony documents
Just to please
The enemy

I stand outside in
The elimination of their sin
From their end I will begin
A purity of original thought
Where minds meet in peace
After wars have been fought for naught
I stand inside out
For something to shout about

I have to hand it to you
This is what makes us
People
Safety in numbers
Count me out
I just landed on myself
Now must live with my own conviction
We're headed towards
Extinction

It happens to everybody, eventually
So live your life
Have your fun
Keep running
Under the gun
Make sure you come in numbers won
And don't tell anyone
What it means to them


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