State.Of.Control [OBEY]



Dusk, the sky becomes the color of rusted metal
On the horizon jut out ancient, destroyed remnants
Obliterated towers of Society, crushed into a new Hell
Man, now but a Slave race, fallen into Violence
In surviving Genocide, we burned away our Humanity
Desensitised, we Submitted our lives to Bondage
Man's Freedom has been lost to his greatest enemy
The Machines he created to Serve now keep him in a cage
Life becoming nothing but a Programmed Routine
Order and Obedience bred and branded into our sub-Conscience
Worldwide Control on a Governing internet of the Machine
Resisting Oppression, a punishable offense
Linear nature of their Programming, unable to grasp
The Chaos we must embrace in order to endure
Disrupt the System, force the Infrastructure to Collapse
The flicker of light, our dim Hope, illuminates the only Cure
FREE WILL


C.M.G.

04.21.01







my abyss...
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