Towering GiantsA blackened sun creeps in my room, and curses at the moon, It infiltrates my dreams at night, and makes them end too soon, Shadows live to call the night, in a cold, dark, empty world, Thoughts and ideas are both taboo, so away then are they hurled, Machines do rule a thoughtless age, a land of suffering, Where justice is the judge's hand, none will be forgiving, Sinners are those who breathe the air, who question what they see, When a mind is useless and a thought's denied, none are ever free, When man is only a thing, and machine rule as a god. |
