He was a theist in the womb
He was a robot
Intimately acquainted with
the womb holder's mind
It was never one mind
The womb holder was too
a robot
Talking with it without
knowing
Everything in mirrors
and it was named WE
Heading down the road
was this lonely robotic
trucks

I would do something now
It would matter to disagree
With The God
And if it has a mind
It will know it's mistake
That it can never know
What goes on in my mind.