March to Global Enslavement

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    Epidemic once again uncovers its malignant crown in one instantaneous instant.
    A man made formula hatches out of its shell to inch closer to suppress the living and breathing.
    The newborn are nurtured in a world of a dishonest master design,
    A layout constructed only for the purpose of dominance, authority and power.
    Born as slaves into bondage, born into a prison they can't distinguish with smell or touch
    In a world that's been fallaciously influenced for decades
    Where the ones who offer solution are secretively the core of this ongoing problem.
    Architects of control build their herds of municipal infantry with intentions of fear and panic.
    We all march quietly with open hands into global enslavement.
    Drown us, submerge our bodies in the ocean of manipulation.

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