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Matrix Fleece
Since they obtained the matrix fleece
Our fates were redesigned
Although we didn’t ask for this
No purpose was defined
From human smell to robot dust
Is that a great escape?
What’s good for them, is bad for us
Back to the age of ape
And further on, through maze of time
And maybe backwards too
What has become of us and why
I really have no clue
Why must Sisyphus roll uphill
His boulder to the top
Forever, so he does it still
But we can’t see the flop
What stays untouched like it was meant
When overnight we die?
Was that a message left unsent?
Neither you know, nor I.
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Gregory Colodub
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