How are we not all terrified
Who is the arbiter of good
Have you seen how they paint?
I’m crapping my pants here
I am a fool to think
What I think matters
Big guns keep me up at night
All I’ve done is exist
And they judge
When I was a child I had to sit in the corner
And think about what I’d done
No new change
I still seek what is Truth and Good
I still get it wrong
I am scared
Does righteousness bind?
Who is innocent?
I am scared to die Jim
Not much scares me, but that, that does.
“Yeah,” drawled Jim
Within the grand expanse of the cosmos
A still night
Overcome with anticipatory tension
So I says to the guy, I says,
People cannot even agree about simple rules and concepts from thousands of years ago. Yet here they are making all kinds of laws and rules, the dumb asses don’t even know how to treat one another…
So he says to me, he says, this guy, I tell ya, he says,
It ain’t the people, the people are just there to suffer, you ever see them actually stop the bad guys?
So I says,
We sure could use a hero.
[enter laughtrack]
MindWorld 
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