Cradled by the Machine
We chase tomorrow, haunted by the night, Yet all we seek is forged within this breath. The meaning of life ignites through quiet fight, Here, in the present, between birth and death. We built our godly towers, piercing the sky, Yet lost ourselves within their cobweb of steel. The higher we ascended, the more we’d deny The quiet truths that only ancient Earth reveals. The Promethean ape, who…
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