Their words whisper lightly Into newborn, virgin ears “Our truth is the truth, seek no solace in finding roots” But the shadows have foes Like weeds we will grow Like weeds we will grow Now there’s a war being waged It’s our words we must face As our lives unfold Convictions are old The real truth is told Like weeds we will grow Grow
Huddled figures. Wait in shadows poised to attack. Vile creatures. Shake with thoughts of profit. Vultures swarm to the hoard. Hordes that kill. At the first taste of blood. For the last ounce of pride. Androids. Headless machines. Heartless machines. Headless. Machines. Heartless. Machines. Machine. I am not.