Obedience.

Field constructions of trenches

a Magnum on hand

in a fixed poise you stand, ever ready

in depth defense running through fingers,

as planned ahead

So this is how it is to be dealt with

I figured

I see you no more

it is not even a matter of vaporization

You sublimed

"Taken by force"

voices chanted

this maze that was being plotted

so much that one thought one could see

in reality, it doesn't seem to be so

we just read no more

I don't subjugate to takes

one might found rooted in the system

like how you would refuse

like how we were thrown into isolated cages, subjects, to be tested

Attempts to have the wire bended

'It is more than me, so much more than you'

All I could relate is the smell of repugnance

thorns all over your body -

you could only open yourself to the plane of anterior

a destination I will never reach

were we vacuumed?

I must look like an enemy to you