Weapon Without a Choice

Burial Vault

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    Observe
    Supervise
    Survey

    No liberty for the masses

    Pursue
    Control
    Monitor

    My function was to find out
    New system to protect humans
    To bring more security

    I was the engineer
    For a new era of surveillance

    In times of egomania and hypocrisy
    All the world seemed to be corrupt
    Conniving and dangerous

    The menace was in every corner
    People didn’t know who to trust
    What to think
    Or whom to follow

    The gap between the rich and the poor
    Grew bigger
    A two class society was born

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    The rich became victims of their own greed
    While the poor fought for their existence
    As long as people live in fear
    They’re manipulative
    So the affluent ones
    Tried to stoke the fears of the weak
    To enact new laws
    These laws should bring more safety
    But they just made the public
    More glassy

    The government wanted
    To be omnipresent
    I developed techniques
    For their ideas

    Now could follow every footstep
    With their interception-machine

    When times became harder
    A new breed of surgents
    Started their rebellion
    Against the observation regime

    Most of them were put away
    Before they could cause substantial changes
    A minor treatment

    By taking material about these riots out
    Of context
    And by broadcasting it
    The regnancy wanted to seed more anxiety

    Panic
    Hysteria

    Ready for anything
    The public allowed
    New ‘safety measures’

    I had always been the tool
    To fulfill their plans
    But now my employers
    Wanted me to leave

    Driven by their persecution complex
    They realized that
    Even I became a risk
    I knew too much about their monitoring system
    After years of supervising
    I understood what I did
    The total violation of privacy

    I misused the fears of the infirm
    To quiet the paranoia of the strong
    I was trapped in this world
    That I generated

    No longer free to do what I want

    It was impossible to stop this progress
    Those things which were thoughts
    Can never be unthought

    An evolution backwards
    The downward spiral

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