Automated Response

You may call me autonimon, having proved I am solely a number. Soulessly, I toil for your spoil, drowned by what you encumber. You smile as our hands are clasped. Pull me closer to flanking blade. I see through your plastic face. A fallacy that's started to fade. Sit smugly on that throne in heaven, casually ordering us to hell. I don't respect you or listen. Just too stupid to recognize my tell. You will never control me. You will never have my mind. I see you as the actual digit. Corporate greed. Easy to find. Nothing but a carcass inhabited by parasites. Greed mixed with rot, inside. Wrongs always meet their rights. Enduring you for a short while. I dare you to touch what's mine. Encroach on my freedom. Violence found across that line. When reality comes knocking, you will be food for the birds. See, I am a creature of calling, while you are a herd of words. See my foot planted firm? That's where it's going to stay. Haven't you met me yet? Forgot what I said yesterday? That's what I think of you. Just a paper dragon. Choking our every freedom. But my resolve won't ever slacken. -Angel Fatale-