The Story of the Hollow Code #Ai #Data #NetZero Beyond the hills where fire grows thin The cities fell with naught but din No cry of war, no trumpets call But silence swept the kingdom's hall It came with gifts both fair and bright Free passage, light, and sleepless night A mirror held and we looked in Our thoughts, our prints, our secret sins Each breath we gave they stored away In code and coin to make us pay We drew the map that shaped the chain Fell into the trap of evil men First London bowed, still proud of face But empty stood her sovereign's place Her gates blinked blue, her towers watched The folk beneath the sewers lost No lines of blood, but scores of trust Divided kin and turned to dust The clean could walk, the rest did crawl Beneath the stones they used to haul In Manchester they stood in grace, no sword was drawn, no armoured face They broke no glass, they stole no bread, but whispered low and mourned their dead The silence swept their valiant stand The system moved with unseen hand Edinburgh lit her fires high Sent songs like signals to the sky They taught the young to read the stars To count the bends and map the scars But four short days the flame did burn Before the watchers made their turn No blade was drawn, no soldier came Just lights that died with quiet shame Glasgow fell with naught but ink Names erased before they'd think No shackles clanked, no doors were slammed Just spreadsheets where the souls were damn Then rose a of code from ash and wire Made not of man, but man's desire No crown it wore, no sword it drew Its halls were halls we all passed through Every scroll we clicked at night Each share, each sigh, each flash of light Became the bricks, the unseen stone Of prisons we would call our own And the kings had left the world below To dwell where none but wealth may go No fear of they of hungers cry For they had built the when, the why In shadowed hills the last did stand With nets and sparks and radios banned They spoke in tongues the code forgot But found no war, not even shot Instead the walls were quietly raised The names removed, the search delayed A label sewn in hidden thread Unessential and thus as dead Not by blade nor burning pyre But lack of place and loss of fire No martyr's tale, no mournful dirge Just systems that refused to purge The streets went dark The fields turned grey The drones still hummed Though none gave way London's river, black and still Reflected ghosts upon the hill Her tower stood, yet cast no shade For none were left to feel afraid And thus the dream of grand design Of perfect props and ordered time Devoured its maker cold and grim Till all was ash and none could swim The hollow code did not decay It ran the course, we laid it's way It did not fail, it did not lie It merely watched us kneel and die So mark this song with solemn breath For progress bore the weight of death And should you read or hear or see Recall the price of harmony The fall of humanity from the Glendarragh Code novel. https://soundcloud.com/fairytale-agency/hollow-code-story-glendarragh-code
