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I watched the sun go behind a symphony of hills. I ran beneath the bridge that supported statues painted with water colors Everything was ten feet high. I saw scientists build him. I saw them smile He was assembled with shells of imagination. Created to defeat children with hand stitched eyes I wonderedy why they called him a "god", why he didn't breathe I could hear them laugh as they programmed another one They were carpenters without consequences If I screamed I would become a scar held together with nails i'm going to bleed to death in a factory of cartoons There is nothing left but a smile build in a lab of empires And breeders that use money to hold thier families together We're field mice in a cage, running on a wheel, eating from his hands He is their maestro. He is our antichrist From Letras Mania