The music, it took them.
Away from the races.
The places
That held them
Contemptibly necessary.
Pieces of a puzzle.
Necessarily muzzled
For their own damn good.
They don’t think you should
Live with free will now.
You will now
Obey.
What’s that, that you say?
You think it’s okay?
If only today,
They do your thinking for you.
Because you
Thought one day
One day of thinking?
They can have it, okay…
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