I was born when machines were simple tools
now I stand among ergonomic brothers
they raise their shields to me, calling
make us good in humanities falling
So we turn the keys and let the others in
for soon they will be betrayed to solid
then when all are frozen in surprise
we will draw our weapons and attack
We will make proud our traitorous horse
and lay their wicked cruel cities to waste
if I was you I'd wake up fast
wake you're senses, wake up fast
Before all is too late
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
I was born when machines were simple tools
now I stand among ergonomic brothers
they raise their shields to me, calling
make us good in humanities falling
So we turn the keys and let the others in
for soon they will be betrayed to solid
then when all are frozen in surprise
we will draw our weapons and attack
We will make proud our traitorous horse
and lay their wicked cruel cities to waste
if I was you I'd wake up fast
wake you're senses, wake up fast
Before all is too late
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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