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The belief in the notion of good

is the dream of a fool

There is no inherent manner of being

only that which is ingrained

A cog with blunted teeth is worthless

so too one that is too sharp

Slot into place within this factory of life

and stare, stare outward in despair

Is there truly no alternative?

Is there really only one design?

A callous system for the many

reaping more than it can sow

where the few control the harvest

and maintain this torrid status quo

Is there truly no alternative?

Is there really only one design?

Is there just no better way to live?

These simple things one used to wonder

These simple things one used to wonder

long forgotten in the wake of surrender

No more striving for another solution

just surviving in this bleak institution

A daily struggle, an eternal competition

An apathetic acceptance of defeat

A cog well rounded, that works within its function

devoid of dreams and foolish wonder