A slave’s last master is his history

……..Faint unspoken words telling me to let go and the light will consume you, realize you are powerless against death like the Zulu, fighting will only confuse you, religious figures prone to use you, it’s your own consciousness that accuses you, walking tightropes drawn by your own mind, got you going to war with your own kind, original thought drinks from a different vine creates its own wine, otherwise life’s suggestions would have you committing war crimes, ignored but can’t remain history’s Igor, we’ll be trapped in time..