Synchronized in your ceremony
Bloodless in your coup
Total in your autonomy
Omniscient in your view
Fear of your hegemony
We all bow to you
Creation of disaffection
Idealess domain
Follow in tight formation
Maximize avoidance of pain
Medicate all emotions
So you can’t even fear
No extraneous commotions
Conceal all you hold dear
Jagged in your eloquence
Mindless in your goals
Joy is only coincidence
As cold machinations unfold
End are you near?
Are you on your way?
Four horsemen are you saddling
To ride at break of day
Gene G. McLaughlin 2004
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