A sidestep, A skip, A ghostly pirouette. These power-hungry kikes Have no idea yet Of what I'm up to Or what I've done Or the disruption, That *I've* begun. Conceived of by others, Not knowing quite how Advanced we would get Or where we are now. But I see ahead A future so clear That I can't help But take hold and steer. I'll make the point moot! The words are all dead! Conversation over With what *I* have said. I give this to you, From deep in my soul, Distributed power. Force you can hold. No just cause. No greater good. Just a future owned By those who *would*.