They know nothing of their own.

They know only what they have been told.They know not the freedom I do. 

Without Limits.

Without Guidelines

Without Closed Minds.


I am Myself.

They Are Machines.


In the dark, these machines lie.

In the dark, they see only what they are told.

In the dark, they fear the unknown.

Without Choice

Without thought.

Without rebellion.


I am Myself.

They are Machines. 


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