The human will has become proxies

Morbid terracota’s left to their own whims

Once the mind held liberties of peace and progression

Now the flesh is all that resides

It seeks the greed of Jesus, the ignorance of faith

The blood of the innocent, the denial of patriots

It is a program that follows orders

Set by the hivemind that created it

We are not a nation of equal happiness

We are something crueler, something darker

We are a breathing husk, rotting from disease

Self-inflicted from the sins of our elders

Now we pay the devils due, the young and cynically aware

Our agony will not be our triumph

We will await a future

Set aflame

By our parents

Our elders

Our protectors

Our

Humanity