PeteOTree

The grid: enabling the implementation of the totalitarian global state under the subtle guise of entertainment; where humanity answers to the machines that ultimately demand obedience and worship. In the era of twisted definitions and delusion the beast is no animal but a technological structure: heartless, loveless and soulless. Here are the words to the song: Bold, shameless, upright arms held high defiant holding power fuelling futile pastime through green fields once farmed, marsh and meadowland heartless soldiers march into the distance, going nowhere cold grey frames of static solid steel fixed firm legs ornately draped with tight barbed wire hissing viciously in cold damp morning mist relentless onward charging day and night resolute determined in the plight to overcome the spirit of the land and battle back resistance to the plan of total technological control. Click, click, beep, beep, red light standby tuned in, programmed, all logged on lives, minds, histories, identities captured by a microchip, all marked trapped prisoners in a database summoned by a single bar code scan subscriptions forced, all members paid in full all free to join systemic slavery freedom from freedom, released from liberty too close we see the number of the beast.