Disciples Of Nostradamus

Everything, you think you know, or to which, you are aligned
Does not exist, it's a mirage in a matrix, intelligently designed
Your free will's fake, but maybe, to delusions, you have sworn
The reality is though, you're a vassal, you're a worthless pawn

Within the coercing domains, of AI, gods and climate control
Are their ideologies, that have, or will soon, take a deadly toll
The path ahead is clear though, if you choose to soundly sleep
For the shepherds ways are wiser, if you're in a flock of sheep

But they're fallacious seers, merely disciples, of Nostradamus
Who conjure their new wave fears, to manipulate and harm us
They want to save us, from an invisible enemy, in a secret war
So they can control and command, as their sycophants, adore

The heavens are a void, Earth's a rock, AI will always cleanse
For you there is no future, it's only time, that inevitably wends
And remember, as you're standing beneath the threadbare sky
That the cults of humanity, like humanity, they were born to die