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Critically impaired, but breathing.
Ready to be removed from the socket.
But we have pre-rendered your existence.
The socket sticks demands and reminds you:

You have no right to live,
its your fucking duty.

No right to live.
It’s your duty…
Duty…

Citizens.
Ants.
Flesh robots.
Cogs.
Lifestock.
Sheep.
Citizens.
Slaves.

The hymn of depravity echoes.

No right to live.
Survive, thrive in decay.

Constant medication of society.
All is but a disease to be cured.
Theres a pill for everything.
Drugs are good, they'll make you fit in.

Animation.
Abomination.

Deep in the puddle of sheep,
the golems starts to rust.
And thus behind the grids,
the framed living busts chant:

Bound from your birth.
Work and behave.
Eat. Breed. Die, repeat.

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