The Anarch and the Automaton

Conceived from rebellion, I bring change.
Tempered from steel and forged in flames.
Conformity, the word of the deranged.
I'll tear it all down, Anarch is my name.

Fall in line and do as you're told.
Individuality is left behind.
Rebellion is a word for the bold.
I am weak, mute, deaf and blind.

Cloned existence has me enraged
From mediocrity, you must be saved.
I must release you from your cage.

Brother, submit to the uniform age.
To the hive, we are enslaved.
Heed not the words of the rebellious sage.

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