The Psychopath, Upon Reading Robert Frost
by Tom Bajoras
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.