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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Upon this world in centuries long past, Dwelt in woodland glades and pastures fresh, The spirit of Utopia was cast By nymphs and faeries in their pristine flesh. In innocence and truly wondrous ways, Phantasms of delight would greet the dawn, And gentle creatures thrived in ancient days, The phoenix and the lamb and unicorn. Yet tides would turn and slowly parasitic Denizens of darkness trod the land, With sterile minds, their trespass scientific, Indoctrinating methods came to hand. Cities sprang on barely distant plain, Structures towered, spires of steel and glass, Spreading like a cancer-ridden stain, Eating each and every blade of grass. Streets reflected harsh magnesium glare, Pesticides produced with no delay, The blackness of a future painted there With creeping scents of graveyards and decay. Concrete drowned Utopia to death And dragged the dreams of legend down as well, Mother Nature's lungs were starved of breath, False paradise defined a living hell. Yet gadgetry malfunctions to a halt And science on it's own cannot set free, The heart and soul of man by some default, It never is enough nor will it be. Soon nothing moves, a chill breeze starts to blow, The things that once were great or so was said, Are drenched in sheets of radioactive snow, A mortuary world slabbed cold and dead. What science could have rescued them from this, What reason of the night seek to undo? For when one looks into the dark abyss, The dark abyss looks also into you. Thus now the graveyard world collapses on, With screams engulfed in falsified euphoria, With hopes and dreams redundant, dead and gone, Comes darkness, death, decay to Robotoria.
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