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In a world of conspiracies and control There is no free will The greatest of all achievements a man can attain Has already been predicted, and in some cases, already fulfilled Something truly great would have to be that of anarchy Something completely unexpected and against the powers that chain and lead us so Our world is a looking glass, sadly destined to collapse

We only know What we are told No more or less 'tis true Even thoughts That seem so cross We've all been led onto All dreams and acts Are used old hacks From many minds before Only those Of great repose Do see the solemn truth