Kafka Re Trial

Kafka Re Trial Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe filed by an alien craft silver And when asked what to do Being asked to show your passport A time or pay a fine of As a distributor of choice And they are checking all the time His face and iris voice.And naturally are not, They discover that they simply can not be there, Although it seems that, if visible, And in the hands and feet and hair If not the Great Data Bank, He simply can not be It is not in the list, and is not classified It is certainly not like you and can not me.So held in custody But they will not let him go He has never spent the period So, who can never say or know. Thus, on a single bench in the quiet shadow He is just and everyday Wondering what games they play In the context of park.And yes, we have just the opposite, We are all destined for cookies, Machines decide who we are, Where we live, and when we smile, Nothing is happening and, Unless the computer correlate true, And if your case goes wrong, How can you prove that you are really you.How you select for you a loan, If your ranking is, How did you delete all their data, Make a pariah in other eyes, May you keep letters of validity, Reluctantly that her you know, Unless their system of grants absolution, There is nothing that can tell us whether or not verifiable do.So such as sound, Our image and mitigate Superhal, No one will ever again trust in us, Nobody wants to be our friend, But it's not like before, When a request quickly erased your name, Your questions are simply recorded E complain.Complaints enough to say how they are collected and quantified They were lodged against the reference You should never lose this number, And you should never take offense You are constantly deferred, Or moved to another floor, In the hope that it waver, All that was attacked before.Meanwhile youre not statistically MRSA but not for registration, Your children can neither read nor write, But their ability to smile You always hit the holes that do not exist, To keep on coming trains, Hours flexible, but to show that you have lost The one at the end of fifty five.You shout loudly to be heard, But the echo of the voice of imagination, You can not pay the telephone, Can not ignore the pop-forced Unable to contact a single human being, With the service, the name or business, All this has evolved as a dripping faucet, Season on the big brother season.Then a day of walking in solitude, Your willingness to try almost wet There is a quiet shady park, He is the man on the bench, Who looks at you knowingly, It asks if you've already read, And then I said Kafka, You must tell me what Need.So He went to their doors, The man without a face to face Nameless, And in their holy beard den, Their plush and revered holy place It caused absolute consteation As he was never there, O physically existed, Firmly seated in his silence chair.So asked him what he wants, If that were true, and not a mere illusion, For his appearance was so bad Her face and features resulting in confusion, His DNA has been a source of embarrassment, Ever bo, or identified, or created, Never treated or imposed arrested, Not receiving a education.So, he rose to his full height, It has developed deep breathing, This makes him seem immortal And all fear of death, And his powerful voice resonated, These are the walls kept his words, We want people to be new We want to speak and be heard, We want our voices to really And we do not want to hear lies, We want illusion prevailed Replaced by the elderly, We want common sense must prevail, And no statistical subterfuge, Trying to tell us so good, When you know that needs to improve, We want to give and take Your machines and Mandarins away And we want to do it immediately, Oh yes, we want to do more, I today.Or shine in prime time And then I see, The man who is not Kafka, The man who simply can not So where is your credibility, They will always listen to your pleas. No, much better for you go now And leave me.And a reality that went away in confusion, Then he announced a new era Nobody knew who he was hell But everything seemed more clear, Everything was as it seemed, Nothing hidden, no longer, And nobody filed his disappearance, When finally our left skies.They means you can always Statistics show what can not be true, You can groped to justify their lies, Attempt to airbrush history in two, May see us all as fools, Force fed fake soap opera objectives, But can not always control our minds, Own or take our souls, For long-term increased And now cable and ring blank, What seems reasonable to yesterday May be denied for tomorrow And with those lies without end coating As the man who could not be The truth slowly become visible, And the truth is that the systems Free.exe programmer who lives in England