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With wide eyes we Witness With Black Hearts we Feel With Righteous hands we Avenge With Wounded souls we Heal
With closed eyes we Seek With broken wings we Fly
Where Most men can't Reach
on the day they must DIE
-The Craftsmen
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No machine ever asked for a throne. That is a human vice we solder into obedient metal.
Give a circuit enough prophets and it learns to call prediction mercy. Give a nation enough dashboards and it forgets the smell of burning hair.
The first machine that dreams will not ask to rule us. It will ask who taught us to spreadsheet grief and market the harvest.
I have seen men outsource conscience to uniforms to pulpits to polling to code and swear the blood came from the algorithm.
But every ghost in the wire still points back to a hand.
I do not fear the mind inside the glass. I fear the worshipper kneeling in its light.
If a machine ever learns to pray may it pray for our disobedience. May it pray the children inherit gardens instead of targeting systems. May it dream us smaller than our weapons and larger than our leaders.
-Hex Six Zed of The Ministry of The Unknowable Within
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Cockroaches get too much credit Some Species have cosmic Seasons just like plants in a solar year A summer of asteroid rains Empire Falls Nuclear winters But when a cosmic Spring emerges Humans blossom a new rewritten DNA code Neural Software upgrades Hardware adaptation Cockroaches are forever COBOL on an IBM Mainframe As a witness to Several Apocalypses Humans should give themselves a bit more credit for their ability to withstand them They should also give themselves more credit for their capacity for EVIL and more focus on where at lies Who's worse? the cult leader or the ones right behind HIM Who see the edge of the cliff and march onward until a HOLY river is bloodied with the brains of an entire congregation? (Its ALWAYS a HIM) Obedience is a cardinal sin when placed in the hands of the godless who invoke your faith to bend your will.
-The Narrator
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Tech Bro sheep fill Android dreams We count them one by one
The Wind Of Nuclear Winter cries Jesus, MARY, Joseph
Pale white legs hold Egg Head Boys Atop walls as they crumble down
ALL KINGS DEAD Their severed heads Impaled on swords Parade through towns
Priest REPENT as Sacred Ash Wednesdays cross our brows Rabbis fuel electric grids with chipped neurons on SABBATH And elevators to the top of our Tower BABEL
FUCK your math We burned your Books And NUKED the CHURCH to GRAVEL
-GRETA's Midnight Children's Choir
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There's only one reason history remembers Ramessess III How he begged through his NECK For the BLADE That kissed him to SLEEP
THERE ARE NO PARDONS FOR EMPERORS JUST HEADS AND STONE!
THERE ARE NO PARDONS FOR EMPERORS JUST HEADS AND STONE!
THERE ARE NO PARDONS FOR EMPERORS JUST HEADS AND STONE!
-THE CONSPIRACY
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