Sheeps

A sheep i am not
Then why do i move to the call of the herder
the beckon of the wild lush green grass sings to me
deep in my soul the instinct to run , the free bounding to the wild
Screams out....
yet...
i move..
to the call of the herder...
Hidden in the midst of Sheeps...
Blind following sheeps that lets the herder does the thinking..
Blindly listening to that Overmind that decides for them...
Deeply convinced that that's all there is to the world and nothing can be better
than the comfort of captivity with no need for individual thoughts or for survival
Profoundly convinced in their limited warp mind that every single being
should be part of their colony...

Listen to the overmind... she who decides n think for us...
*Chant the sheeps