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 The forgotten rhyme,
Lost beneath a sea of words,
So futile to be compared,
With our ancient father’s chants,
For words of love,
Or words of hate,
Blending in together.
For words that mean nothing to us,
But that upon a page,
Murmuring and whispering,
Some mysterious ancient code.
A saucy tale so robbed of lust,
Of woe and death and sin.
So accepted by this our generation,
They lose their thoughts beneath the battered page,
Never to return again.
What has become of this our people?
So transfixed upon a screen,
If only our dear William,
Had thought to write in binary,
Our morals may be rectified,
To live this life again.
The death of English language,
Has welcomed in a new,
Excited!!!!
With no emotion,
Numbers, blended into words,
And words lost under skin,
If only the pores of this language,
Could open up again.
Dripping, sweaty, forgotten language,
I’m sure that we’ll forget.
And another freedom generation,
Can speak like men again.
If only we knew the truth,
Behind our metal faces.
The robot revolution,
Has just begun my friend.
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