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Deprived from our creation

Regression to our demise

The march of human beings

Machines replace mankind

Destined to ruin

All what we touch

Barcode marked for a lifetime

Ready for the grand finale

Dark clouds approaching in the sky

Walk towards the cliff that await

Upcoming generations….

A hideous landscape

Where grief rules above everyone

As long as we exist

This hecatomb won’t stop

One more victim

Of the hand that feeds me

The one you tried to bite

Try no longer son, this is a lost war.