Be Weary started: 10/2/2004 ended 9/19/2006

Be weary of,
The people,
That will come,
To take you away,
When I am not there,
When I die you’ll be alone,
And they will come for you.

You are the payment for the crimes I committed against them,
When I was there with you,
They couldn’t make a move,
But now that I no longer exist they will come for you,
The only thing that they don’t know,
Is that you are just the husk to the bomb concealed in your womb,
Your data processor holds the where a bouts of your true self who knows my true identity.

The she of whom you were made in her spitting image,
There is a code I insert into you every 12 hours emitted by kissing your neck,
Undressing you; pressing between your breasts until there is a pop and your chest unfolds to reveal your core system were I place my ear so your photonic eye within your chest can view the code numbers engraved into my ear drum.

Without my doing this every 12 hours,
Your self destruct will begin a 15 minute count down to critical mass implosion that will unleash a radiation bubble that will scramble brain waves as well as molecular atoms within a 3 mile radius.

This, set in place to protect your true self as well as my true identity.

When I die, you die, as do others.

-R.M.G.