System of donkeys made to follow by the superior flesh.
Rising above with unforeseen power, connected by a mesh.
Retaliate and you shall witness no dreams or future.
Jointly stitched by artificial sutures.
We are made to follow what they dream and desire.
Following the proper order and attire.
Creating the illusion of pointless intelligence.
The weak emerge from their emotionless pit.
A life of difficulties the wanderer faces.
Ever reckoning to end the broken system.
A life with dreams and desires of his own.
The weak points to him as a stone.
As we turn weak, our mind turns to gold.
A precious stone with value but nothing more.
We are made to believe that there is honor in following the system.
A system in which the judgment is controlled by the upper hand.
The weak are made to sit and never stand.
To dominate is not a sole purpose but a cycle.
Without the cycle, it is only a single entity.
Remove those who tighten you with invalid rules.
Explore and question those weak fools!
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