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I bleed, I feel

Like nothing’s even real

Our hopes and dreams

Are sent to us in tight beams

I am nothing

Without suffering

And we suffer so well

You’ll find we’re blind

Oblivious and likely

To mend our woes

With needles, pills, it might be We are nothing

But the effigies

That we’ve made for ourselves

The jester’s brigade

Is lost and afraid

And pray to their prophets in vain.

We think, therefore we are because we’re told we’re automatons. The Golems of Modern

Renown.

Like candles burning pipe dreams

We punish those that think themselves

Overworked, underpaid and

making for the graves

That we dig for ourselves

Benign, divine

Misgivings render useless

Prophetic tomes

Made feeble by the masses

And I struggle

To be nothing

Now I’m a shell of me No I won’t be told

To join the brigade

Be lost and afraid

And pray to your prophets in vain

Judge not lest ye be judged by those with better sense

Do you have the strength to be yourselves

You’re automatons constrained by your peers they’re automatons

The golems of modern renown

Keep your god to yourself

Remember what he said

Blessed are the meek

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