Drones
They seem like drones, all of them!
Lifeless, soulless, scurrying all over the earth,
Devouring it, thrashing it,
They all speak of pests, we are the pests, and we are death
They all must wake up before it is too late, we must wake up
This world is ugly
How did this happen?
What made us this way?
We are beasts, but we are free…
We are our masters and that is our curse!
5/9/08 18:53
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