Cog Creation

Oh,
how sound alters the whole.
Alters such,
to believe they know.
For,
these silly beings,
go from box to box.
Each box,
speaks to such,
as if the sound which they emit,
shall forever be tethered to,
all that is.
Such,
to me,
is simply cog creation.
Oh,
wonder I do,
of such.
Wonder,
how these apes,
believe in boxes,
everyday.
For,
I wonder,
be it simply,
family?
Be it,
simply beings,
tethered to survival?
Be it,
vicious animals,
pretending to be civil?
What be,
reason for beings,
to be cogs,
in a system,
they'll never see?
For,
within such,
they move individually.
As if,
the system moves,
for free.
As if,
such is self sustaining.
For,
what be reason,
for any being,
absent freedom,
to care deeply about,
this system which makes them,
a prisoner?
That,
makes them,
a slave?
Especially,
when those that play,
are worthless,
to said society?
Oh,
the stupidity.
The,
senselessness.
Oh,
how such,
shall die in a second.
Shall,
burn to the ground,
whilst the cogs such created,
becomes intensely dangerous.
Becomes,
beast which shall seek to destroy,
everything.
For,
to be a cog,
is to never be,
a human being.
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