force
Contributed by
ferasdour
on
Thursday, 26th July 2007 @ 10:21:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Robot,
Marching
To the industrial beat
Of the factory,
Mass producing humanoid drones.
The factory
Making humans,
Look at you scientists go.
The factory,
To which one part makes the human,
Part there two,
Creates the media,
Propaganda,
Lies, and deceit.
While another part there of
Creates the remote,
Distorting reality,
Creates your TV.
The final part of this factory,
Recycles the mistakes.
Takes them from being simply obsolete to their masters,
Sticks them in the garbage bin.
Metallic boot,
10 ton hammer,
Pounding,
Pounding,
Pounding until all dreams lost,
Pounding,
Pounding,
Pounding until the masters can think of them as nothing.
Thats all we are.
The robot,
Hears the beat,
Blades and chains
Giving sound
From the factory
Across the street.
Factory,
Enemy of that of life,
Mass produces the death
This world so sorely needed.
Death factory,
Watch its abortions, war, and petty violence created
By guys whos got the biggest genitals, gets the rights, theory.
It destroys us, and we praise it.
Just to be thought of as nothing yet again.
For this is all we are.
Robot,
Marching,
Marching,
Marching till the day is done,
Robot,
Dancing,
Dancing,
Dancing just the one.
It is only now,
Robotic intelligence,
Artificial human,
Has a difference
From which to draw a conclusion.
Only now,
You are the robot.
Robot,
Robot,
Robot marching though this hollowed street,
Robot,
Robot,
Robot dancing to a different beat.
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