The times are so normal and peaceful.
A yellow leaf can fall freely to the earth
without any obstructions and die peacefully.
Rivers flow at their will: sometimes calm
sometimes furious.
Everything is perfect, following a masterful design
They invented a machine to keep peace and order
The machine wiped out chaos and dissent form the world
The machine pushes the misfits into under ground
Look around you: there is no one with a scarred face
A world so perfect
The machine emits a sound while it works:
An army of iron boots stomping the ground
And the machine's sound mutes all other voices
All other music
And a perfect world is born.
Now, the machine is turned on
I hear the sound of iron boots
They march ahead....
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC