The enemies and their purgatory

 Satelites

My enemies came buying their identity

I have nothing for you here

Read into this- your disease will never be mine

You find yourself contagious but i'm not susceptible

These two men and their mothers

I am not responsible for their rotten baggage

I cannot haul it for either of you

Not even while you rest

So sit down chug your feed

Count your blessings
Scheme your schemes
be on your way

These lines of land are mine|

They go around and around

Between them you get caught up

Just training for purgatory
I haven't got the equipment
I cannot divide my time

So walk on into the horizon

i am not the light you seek

I do not desire a sophisticated betrayal

When i see what I have planted 
a centimeter higher than last year
Well I give my soul to God all over

and he gives me another year to look on

No solution for your mess

No opiate or weakness to exploit

So onward to limbo
I cannot validate your steps
Your tiny shifts toward evolution

Your awkward excuses

semblances of regret

I will not be your father

For you will not be guided by me

Round earth

You will be back here soon enough, you'll see