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Clockwork Bard
Line by line and writ by writ
Creativity from rotating gears?
Forged thoughts together knit
Man or machine they fear
No such thing as auto masters
Nay no spark from the soul
Sure it writes faster and faster
But my mastery is mine to control
Challenge automaton work
But words here are of flesh and bone
Homunculi writers are stuck with a dirk
Blood flows here as creativity is enthroned
No punch cards or binary brains
To say otherwise is a misguided frame
Where art thou relentless disdain?
Respectfully keep it out of the game
Creativity from rotating gears?
Forged thoughts together knit
Man or machine they fear
No such thing as auto masters
Nay no spark from the soul
Sure it writes faster and faster
But my mastery is mine to control
Challenge automaton work
But words here are of flesh and bone
Homunculi writers are stuck with a dirk
Blood flows here as creativity is enthroned
No punch cards or binary brains
To say otherwise is a misguided frame
Where art thou relentless disdain?
Respectfully keep it out of the game
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