Straw didn’t break the camel’s back
Just a boot on it’s neck and a billion whip cracks

Automatons march thousand yard stairwells
Eyes cast from deliverance
Die cast consciousness fades away
Intoxicating machinations catalyze unsolicited geneses
Resulting in resounding tumult, at first light
Like cattle lies ripe for slaughter
Vile homunculi guide the scalpel through
Seas of aught sectioned by mourning rites

Lest sunlight cauterize waxen skin and brimming foam digest newborn pinions
Icarus, fly by night