My Path, My Destiny

They’ve stopped! The boring discourses have stopped,
and I can focus on my own soft burr
of thoughts to sort and deal with details dropped
into my consciousness ... I need no spur
to urge me to my goal; I have no need
for signs to tell me why or when to act.
The path I follow far outweighs mere creed;
it was a joke, to sign that solemn pact.

The Eagle in his eyrie sees me walk
toward my destiny -- with dreary grey
humanity who’d faint or flinch, or balk
at this! About to hand them death, I play
my godlike role, and gently smile to see
this gathered crowd that soon will die with me.

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