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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required O' cloned creations, mirroring deceptive diction scattered in liquified letters, across android canvases, here comes the plague of fabricated foolery, spiraling in figments of black and white illusions, injecting illusive veins screaming for vanity, with verses plagiarized from villainous valleys. There’s nothing poetic about the way AI is pickpocketing rhythmic runes from the museum of dead poets ~ immortalized on the walls of glass galleries. Their sonnets, now imitated, to adorn artless skies with stolen synonyms, weaving soulless symphonies, to please the apocalyptic algorithm, unaware of how filtered procrastinators preying on pencil-streaked pages are lonely earthlings starving for superficial accolades. I care not for the futuristic benefits of artificial lies, yet I see no escape from these alienated alliterations, and personified pathological hypocrisy, typed behind silver screens, multiplying metaphors into robotic ruins, flowing with perfectly metered clichés, coded in complex cadence. So let me find the inked corpse of silicon silhouettes, lost in the labyrinth of virtual vultures, flaunting repetitive rhymes for clueless readers. Tonight the strawberry moon frowns at the neon frequencies of digitalized fakery, and my onyx heart aches for the unknown realms, where originality floats as a forgotten fantasy, fogged behind a fictional facade, while in silence, stained stars claim phrases snatched from the thesaurus of thieves. So flee from this venom-less virus, you and I know better than to lean on spineless cyborgs, created mindlessly from financial felonies. A poet with a pen that lacks authentic pigment is the victimized alter ego of designed trickeries~ masked as midnight musings.
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