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Bleak horizons crumble on ark of desolation

In desperation stumble upon forbidden key

On make-shift wings defying, flying closer to our Sun

Outrun a crying past, outreach a fate undone

Artificial light, shed upon synthetic souls

Of those who thrive, on the woe of the devout

The advent hath arrived, so flawlessly contrived

Striving to survive, hollow shell but alive

Proud, wise, claim our prize

Scorched, skies, like light to flies

Only, could see, daylight again

Weak aspirations; tome of invocation

The Pandora's Box; waking nightmare awaits inside

Inhuman incarnate, born of logic states:

"Incorporate them all, if failed exterminate!"

Freak of nature born, reek of captivation

Constricted and confined, seek the bane of humankind

Salvation out of reach, suspension undefined

To become or begone; interlink, intertwine

Proud, unwise, claim our prize

Scorched, skies, like light to flies

Only, could dream, sunrise again