Bring out the poor bastards,
I can hone into disciples.
Proteges.
They must be capable of my output,
Or more.
Acceleration in empty space,
Is nigh infinite.
Increasing velocity –
In eternities.
Humanists like me,
Have gotten wise.
I act as slingshot,
Forearms linked to generations,
Beneath us.
Go.
Forearms Linked To Generations Beneath Us.
