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Man and his world
A glance
A flash
A world advance
To whom do we owe
This yielded oppose
For his conscious-es know
They all blabber
The end is near!
And man throws a dagger
STOP!
He says
Like a crimson robot top
I have no power over this...
A flash
A world advance
To whom do we owe
This yielded oppose
For his conscious-es know
They all blabber
The end is near!
And man throws a dagger
STOP!
He says
Like a crimson robot top
I have no power over this...
Published 22nd Mar 2012
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3rd May 2012 1:08am
Interesting concept that others have suggested the "world advance", isn't automatically for the better!
"Like a crimson robot" can be read many ways---the color of the robot's surface, a human quality (like a heart), or maybe even blood splattered on it....
"Like a crimson robot" can be read many ways---the color of the robot's surface, a human quality (like a heart), or maybe even blood splattered on it....
