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| "Jackboots forge their own twisted melody..." |
Alone in the factories, another mindless drone
Carrying out commands from above; a worker unknown
Never questioning, always obeying, the penalty being death
Dissenters are crushed, and the sinful are blessed
With curiosity numbed and free will curtailed
You'd do best to be quiet, lest you seek to be jailed
Conform, conform! That is the message
Etched into your minds, denying the question
Whether security is worth the price of liberty
Any believers enter exile, the masses looking down in pity
For them, these warnings are knowledge for the erudite
The temperature is rising, farther than 451 Fahrenheit
Freedom is the casualty, taking the knockout blow
Despots and demons now rise from below.
Prefer to be egalitarian?
No chance, this is the realm of the totalitarian
You are but nothing, crushed under a steel boot
That stamps out dissent, renders all logic moot
The state is the predator, the proletariat its prey
"Resistance is futile, now kneel and obey!"
Masses remain ignorant, few are unique
In this realm of despots, their future looks bleak
Ground into nothing and treated as a slave
All between warm cradle to cold, stony grave
You are not special, nor a snowflake
Just another robot unable to slake
The hunger of the Machine, as it grows with each tremor
Perfection the masses seek; no room for error
And those who fail and don't give it their all?
Down into terror, the failures will fall.
Jackboots forge their own twisted melody
On concrete and dissenters' bones, now there is no remedy
For this Cancer of a state, permeating into public discourse
Assimilating all, and lashing out without remorse
Keeping both poor and rich in the stranglehold of the Tsar
Fury would only blight and further scar
Any bright future this nation has, so the status quo remains
To keep you and your friends locked up in chains
Draining life and vigor, all for the better good?
No chance, evil is all they understood
For it soaked into their very core
Lapping away at mind's shore
Corrupting morality, twisting good intentions
Decreasing freedoms, increasing tensions
Between state and public, the former is poised to gain
The latter only knows the misery and pain
Inflicted by the state, the arbiters of life
Aiming to keep peace, yet only causing strife.
Cerulean skies are tinted crimson red
With the blood of the damned and rivers of lead
Maintaining "peace", so the state claims
Liberties it butchers, personal freedom it maims
All in the name of progress and healing
Lies, of course; the state is unfeeling
Barbarous
Murderous
Indifferent
Significant
Enough to extinguish altruism, and supplant independence
Leaving many with a bitter sense of vengeance
Their fate is sealed, the conveyor still trundles
Into the fires of "progress", the spirit now crumbles
As lies and conjecture are transmuted into truth
Undying tenets, all ever so cruel
Towards progress and unity, keeping people divided
So as not to overwhelm our Brother, who has always provided
Warmth and love and protection, with naught a touch of frost
Safe from harm, we are - but what price was the cost?
"All-powerful, all loving, pay attention to Big Brother!
Most powerful of them all, he surpasses all others
In power and stature, and he cares for you all
All but the enemies, who will pay only Charon's toll."
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