Rainbow Colored Camouflage
They lined up in long queues, which never knew
the past, present or future. They lined up,
waiting to hear what the Oracle would tell them
about their future. The oracle acted as their brain
and time machine, telling them what they would do
every minute, second, hour, or for the rest of their
lives.
Their lives were simple, peaceful, and good;
their lives, children, dressing, houses, jobs, happiness....all
reflected the character of the oracle.
For thousands of years the oracle had siphoned out
emotions, uniqueness, and free will from their minds and bodies,
turning them to vassals for completing its mission.
None had the courage of asking it's purpose on Earth,
for it never spoke to individuals; it only knew control,
monotony, and uniform order, which many died trying to fight.
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