In The End

I think I'm just done worrying for people
Loving them    
Even though they lay under the ash they    
Themselves create    
By burning the places of their kin    
To ignite a flame.    
   
I think I'll fight for myself by living  
Not worrying about all of the weak minded people    
That can't see the inevitable    
Future ahead    
   
I'm tired of reciting history    
The congruence that exists between what was then    
And what is now  
   
I've taken what little genius I have and have made an escape route. I've done all I can do.  
   
Until it's time to take to the underground, I'll be living my life. I'll tuck away what I can, making money on the dime of the presiding inner governess of this country, transporting to the Swiss, until the dollar count plunges in the US to Zero as it almost did years ago in COUNTLESS embassies.  
   
And I will wait. Not in a boarded up house stuck in a war zone, but miles away living on the plan B I've had since i was BORN and saw the disappointment of this country's promises. This is the war I have fought since my ancestors died in Cuba, uttering the same warning I give now.    
   
I was never fighting against you. I was just waiting for the superpower to come and either take you over by force, or by influence. Don't be angry that I saw the outcome from the beginning. I've been warning you since I was born. A retard artist that could somehow see the future in the actions of the people around them.    
   
Just a mirror    
A Mimic in flesh  
Guess what  
I won't be part of your downfall.    
I choose to live wholesomely or choose to die quickly. There is no in between.  

That has always been the true rebellion.  
Death of the Educated.  
To those who  SIMPLY know...
Life is never that simple
and if you have an answer
You are broke.