The Numbered

From Part 1: Enter the Silence of What the Silence Gave Me

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Fade into numbers.
Give up your joy 
and your heart, 
and watch them turn to ash in your hands.
For you are just a number,
a pawn in this scheme.

Form a single file.
Become like the others. 
Ghost by ghost, 
you will wander the Earth— 
You were made not to be.

Let madness take you.
Surrender what makes you whole.
Give in to the mould.
Comply or be damned.
Peace and light will know not thy name.

Surrender to the void.
Never trust your creed.
Give in to me. 
You were born to remain in the dark. 
You were born to breed— 
never to rule, nor to transcend.
The world knows you best, and others decide. You know nothing.

Let this cycle take you 
into an infinite regression 
where you will never be found.
Surrender to the noise:
Woman, man, everyone in between.
Become empty.
Become a mannequin. 
Become no one.

You will vanish— 
like dust from a surface.
Your life, a footnote.
Your death, forgotten.

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