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Labor From Steel
05:22
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Once the dream is in the past
Its remains clog up the memory.
All you need is to repeat the first,
There is need to step a new day.
Seek to obtain more papers,
Kindle the flame of greed.
Some efforts are not enough.
You have to make your body more powerful.
So I could work longer,
Less sleep and without lunch and breaks,
Integrate me a chip, put me a model,
Protecting me from needs and nervous breakdowns.
Send all the memories into the abyss,
I need only the skills and improvements.
I’m ready to stop being a man
And humbly accept all the changes.
A biomechanical worker is the path to the future.
A biomechanical worker is a new opportunity.
It is the door to the new world.
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Bones and blood are covered with skin.
There is death and it's options onward,
Gears replace flesh easily,
As soul might be replaced with substitute.
Progress can't be stopped,
Immortality can be bought.
One's needs are nothing else but weakness,
Senses are burdain, matter is brittle.
"Pain and joy" logic is undefined,
There's have to be a difference between emotions.
New age of improvement suppresses the vibe of spirit,
Conscience is outdated, so it's time to leave it.
New might of perfection and mercylessness
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Justice is nothingness,
The truth was dead as it was generated,
While you still judge
By pulling the trigger.
Hollow prays lead nowhere
If said by the eyeless prayer.
Absorbing the ferocity in your chest,
Spilling the blood to get rest,
You will miss your life carried away
By the wind of ignorence.
The question is "Who am I?"
Searching in your mind for the answer,
You are followed by fear and anger.
All the dreams are lost.
Feeding the beast of emptiness
Deep iside you.
Your quest stores revenge and penalty,
Being idle try to find the serenity.
If you can't stop looking for revenge
If you can't put down arms, bury the hatchet,
Didn't ever try to strengthen your spirit,
Didn't wake up and prefer the forgiveness,
Then you dead inside.
Your world is hell, which is full of scare.
There's no way back.
All that matters is lost in nowhere.
Your life will be changed,
As you'll make your choise.
And feeling that you're lost
Will holding you forever.
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Illuminatus
04:38
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There is no place for lives and destinies.
There is no place for sorrows and hopes.
It’s time for new guns,
It’s time to go to a new line.
It’s time to produce and consume much,
Create and manage stepping through the heads.
I throw lives to millstones,
I make my business on the other people’s bones.
I am ready to make you a victim of my desires,
And to build a new paradise from scratch.
Your own new paradise.
On other people’s bones.
From scratch.
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Rising Of New God
03:37
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Creating the mechanical race
And waiting for a day of the doom,
You live paralysed in fear that
Work of tight hands will swallow you
Useless prayers
And minds spoiled by liars
Their all eyes turned to you
In need of an injection
Of new technologiies
And your insane continues
The New God arises
But you're trying to survive
Imagination of your near end lives inside you
Your thoughts're becoming primitive
Your consciousness is lost and dying
In the sea of fears and weakness of your soul
There is no compassion when you're looking in the eyes
Of New God
Hand of your doom
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Encode your thought,
And transmit over the communication channels.
Digitized life you are sculpting like temple of mud.
You are crippling, what you love,
Building what destroys you,
You create machine of happiness,
That your world and the mind will turn to the hell.
You shut yourself in a cage
Of codes and protocols,
Your cry of despair is
A whisper for another.
Trying to establish the connection vainly,
You leave just clippings.
Freedom dies,
You are a slave of codes and regulations.
See, what snare you have laid yourself,
Your children will untangle them after you.
Don’t lie you cannot build them any freedom,
Your hands are building only chaos all these years.
Your vision of the world is woven of the absurd.
Why you need a sense when there is information,
There is no time for joy or frustration.
Hold the keys.
Give them you life.
Any error of the system, any failure,
Render your mind beyond consciousness,
Incurring helpless, despair, horror and fear.
Now you have become a big part of a ruthless system.
There is no need any longer to feel yourself superfluous,
Give them your life.
Sacrifice what is called a dream,
It’s easier to exchange ideas about of welfare to peace.
Here is the compromise.
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Invariant
04:12
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Erasing bones to dust
And making body rot,
Letting the end,
In agony
Gradually plunging ,
It holds the path to oblivion in the universe.
Ruthless than evil itself,
Worse than any of the killers,
It is generated by the cold heart,
And it is collected from grief grains.
It is always there, it follows me,
Piercing the things by the needle of indifference.
Getting into my blood,
Temping my skin,
Dissolving in my head,
Before it my world is void.
It is nothing before what you can’t fight,
Whose laws are omnipresent and ubiquitous.
Any step turns me as a response,
And the outcome has long been figured out and known.
Breath is slow and heavy, I dial air into the lungs.
By the last effort I want to remove a pity seconds.
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Blood has poured kilometers of land,
Under the gloomy sky there are hundreds of dead,
Cries have died down only the winds are heard,
And clank of mechanisms, which have brought distraction.
They can hear every step and see every movement,
Elimination algorithms are enforced.
If you suddenly have survived, thank God,
But rather thank the error in the calculation.
Among the debris and dirty limbs
There remained those, whose breathing wasn’t quiet.
To upgrade, to forget about humanity
Is now the matter of survival.
The last of his name conducts now a clandestine war,
There is no room for error and indeed to life without the risk of losing her or his freedom.
Among the ruins of dead civilization
There remained those, whose breathing wasn’t quiet.
Apply measures to optimize something,
Changing the mind in the process of cognition.
It is only a matter of saving.
To change the body together with the consciousness is the only way to survive.
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9. |
Millstones
06:03
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There is no place for lives and destinies.
There is no place for sorrows and hopes.
It’s time for new guns,
It’s time to go to a new line.
It’s time to produce and consume much,
Create and manage stepping through the heads.
I throw lives to millstones,
I make my business on the other people’s bones.
I am ready to make you a victim of my desires,
And to build a new paradise from scratch.
Your own new paradise.
On other people’s bones.
From scratch.
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