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Erased from memory's hold,

An antique name of old,

Veiled by ignorance and

progress's deceit,

Blinded eyes, it does meet.

In devolutionary faith it dwells,

zombie's somber spells,

silvered urban streets it roams,

Seeking external whispers to

fill its inner homes.

Depose!

Devolution's deity,

Dissect!

decaying sanctity.

Within the machine,

its ebony life flows,

Ubiquitous tendrils

the cosmos compose,

Wires dictate

its puppetry's grace,

Buried 'neath data's

consuming brace.

Hail!

Ancient spirits, we implore,

Dissect!

Devolution's core!