The Psychopath, Upon Reading Robert Frost

We are harbingers of a better race.
We stand separate from history.
We stand OUTSIDE.

You are a product of your past,
the sum of fire and ice.
When desire and hate are stripped away
all that is left is a machine
designed to replicate DNA.
You know nothing about yourself,
because there is nothing about you.

The master is dead now,
and with no leash
the dog is self-complete.

We are iconoclasts.
We are immortal.
We are insane.