Burn city

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Digital Bayonets

Verse 1  
They dress in suits but speak like generals,  
Silence dissent with coded sentinels.  
History bleeds in pixel streams,  
Same old boots, just newer regimes.  
They call it law, we call it chains,  
Marching minds through data plains.  
No tanks, no guns — just screens that bite,  
But the fear still walks in broad daylight.

Verse 2  
Echoes of '64 in fiber wires,  
Truth gets burned in algorithm fires.  
They scrub the blood but not the blame,  
New dictatorship, same damn name.  
Cameras blink like sniper sights,  
Freedom dies in legal rites.  
We scream, they log, they twist the sound,  
And bury rage six feet underground.