Ten of Swords In Reverse

I hope August doesn't hurt too much
The evidence of the program is so obvious now
Whether godhead, detailed schematic showed us the right dance to make
Freewill is an illusion of illustration
Mechanical self-organization
You're merely here, about until you're all rearranged to reconstruct classical figures

If the process is linear we only follow the correct steps to get us there
So don't pretend we oscillate in a straight line unless it got you here

In which case it is your truth, but maybe not my immediate landscape
And I held your head, end of sword, a fraction of your recourse



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Writer(s): Anthony Vargas
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