styX

I live in the dark like a spider that doesn’t come out. I hate like a fury,a flame that will never burn out. I am the exploitation of all you have sought to avoid. I am the demeaning narcotic…Slip into my void. I seek only lies like a ballad of snakes on my words. I talk in a secret! Help me unravel the things I have heard. I am the depth of your depravity,the places you’re too scared to go. I embrace your disease and your tragedy, I am the depths of sorrow.

The words have been spoken, no turning back now, this destiny is calling, and the silent will avow. The path ahead cut into stone. no more denying that this is my own time to take what is deserved A stigma left in destiny’s reserve and to whose respect can not be said. The wondrous source of such great dread to those concerned you must seek in self, and discern the image with that of myself because deep within we are all feeling a vicious entity whose décor is less revealing. The blame placed to the host on which it feeds consequential products to this minion needs. Resulting forces which ravaged and reek griping and ceding the expressionless meek. Its creation to which few will attest imprisons and hinders in verbal arrest. So to all those found clad in shadows of beasts living in preparation to the emotions they feast to wonder the earth to which they are bound and burdened by reason to not utter a sound...Never surrender...

Born to a machine
Mechanized insemination
Rise of moral question
And automatic discrimination

Systematic birth
Pre-programmed emotion
Values automated
Set level of devotion

Blood ties to electric
Recreated and revised
Religious beliefs installed
It has his father’s eyes

Failure in the system
A virus is detected
Product not fit to live
The unit is rejected

No funeral is planed
It has no family to mourn
The program is but a memory
Version 2.0 is born