I never asked to be born, delivered from nature into a machine. A system of cycles that I can never break out of. Oh how many times have I tried. A machine that consumes every one of us,
taking away souls and spitting out drones.
None of us are spared
I’ve always asked myself, if this is the place they call hell, an inferno we built ourselves.
That the eyes of their souls have been blinded to see, so they can only fantasize.
I try to coax myself away
from this insanity but I only understand what I see.
I always dream of better days.
Of days where I can end all this tyranny,
stemming from (the) every weakness of man, fuelled by the deepest evil we were born with and so I figured that my efforts will always prove futile,
for man has chosen his fate, and every man chooses his, and our hands are stained with blood, the blood from our own kind.
I understand now that we’ve gone too far in, we’ve gotten ourselves too far deep.
That the only way is to start all over again. And destruction is our only way out. We’re a ticking bomb. And I’m counting down.
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