Helping their masters destroy.
Endless existence in anxiety,
Not finding any joy.
Indeed, this is a silent war,
They would love to watch us die.
A war where visions become the whore,
And our tears the goodbye.
“Where to go?
How to control our own thoughts?”
We still ask, yet you already saw the foe,
Your soul already connected the dots.
Blind no more,
What we have become.
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