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Previously, uncut:

Sold

this kid in line and matrix
he does what he's told, he's locked in grid
commands and obedience, obedience
but still he thinks outside the ranks
he won't be a slave to the ranks

he's marching, marching down this wet muddy road
in the rain and the dark and the cold
there is a young woman
strength beyond weakness
dragging an old man
weakened beyond strength
drags him off the road into the weeds
the trudging column bears down upon them
the woman holds the man up, emaciated, scarred
the column marches by
heavy lockstep, unseeing, unknowing
black, belted tower after tower after tower
there is only pain for the two of them
the kid soldier sees them in the weeds, sees
their pain and hunger
wishes he could help
he doesn't know why, he doesn't know
why he should care, it's only a pair of dead animals
excommunicated for crimes against the matrix
but he's just a kid he does what he is told
his neighbor's rifle slaps him back to lockstep
the kid looks back