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i need a favor to be done

all with a voice and brain in hand,
silence your wisdom.

they only stem from machinery and calculation..
you've no spirit, or soul, or conciseness to speak of.


centuries of ideals and words
have shaped a beast and monster,
a creature
an agent of control.

we've given birth to this system, this vast web of
ruthless science.



it isn't a physical specimen,
it's our own prison,
our own Boss
created from our own design.

from the time the mind was able to stretch toward abstract thought

we sought out purpose and reason.

purpose.
and reason.


the mother and father,
of self submission.

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[Adora.xo]

This was awesome "purpose.
and reason.


the mother and father,
of self submission. "

Brilliant lines, I loved it =]

~Adora