Path of the thralls

A Poem by Quill

When folks desire slavery

Bow your head, wear a smile, bend your knees
For servitude is the path to expedience
Speak softly and your leash will be a little loose
Do not question, do not argue and you shall be rewarded
Do not grumble, do not oppose and you might flourish
Always grovel, always beg and fortune awaits you
You must adhere to the beckons of the machine
For it no longer lurks in the dark
And it's will shall be pursued by all
You will have nothing if you disobey it
You will fail if you go against it
Therefore you must embrace its postulations
You must align yourself with its philosophies
Suffer now so you may be worshiped later
For in due time you will reap the rewards
Everyone who do not heed this word is ruin
All who succumb will be given power
For this is the one true creed
One which must be abode
This is the path of the thralls