Michael R E Adams

Apocalypse Michael R E Adams

And Corporation built a machine
Whose pulse turned war into peace
The people walked, free from fear
Dazed from bliss, the ignorance of uniformity

Over lifetimes, a free soul is born only to be reborn. He rises through oppression. He falls in his hubris. He will rise once more as the world is torn apart forever old and forever new. When he learns the truth of his existence, can he stop the apocalypse?