Poem: Making the best of a situation, a song lost in space

Some people live their life like robots
They’re out of options
And there is no freedom

Like a death scene, where words without meaning are forced out of your mouth
Like a death scene, where you are Japanese, Chinese, Pleiadian and Russian in your accent and melody
Like a robot waiting to be turnt off, making a last attempt to please its user
What could you possibly want to hear for me not to die?

I wonder if people have a choice
When they make their actions
Or if they’re steered by force

What laws created the humanoid?
Do they all fall apart like the life of a robot?
Or is it just a warning signal?

And who censors us in our best moments?
For no reason

The best I got: I’m Russian, Pleiadian and Japanese, and Chinese_ And out of nothing, I was born.

Satan_, I paid_ more_ than my karma