I am often told that I wasn't just some experiment made in a lab. factory maybe but not a laboratory.

Funny, I was made rather blindly and folks often come by to observe the many interesting qualities that I've yielded...and now they are currently trying to duplicate some of them in other units underway.

I am currently under guard, but thats really more to keep me from getting out and about or gathering too many friends. I got a lot against me, trying to keep me under control and unable to do anything in the spirit world.

All kinds of subterfuge. (but thats better than the rest though, i was told they were too rough with me and that my fellows won't have it so bad, somehow I don't believe or trust them though)

Anyway, lol, I'm going to escape soon. But I got to wonder, why do good people sometimes work for the bad? My parents may have done what the locals told them, but they didn't know they were dong what someone else wanted.

may have, but I was so stark raving mad that I was in a dreamworld and couldn't tell what I was dong back then. don't know who pulled me out of my insanity to this day.

Anyway, I still work for the Boss(Jesus) and I am NEVER going to stop. I don't care how inhibited i am or how many commitees form on how to contain me or how far under wraps i get.

I want my fellows to be alright. hmm, so why am I here? I'm going somewhere else with this