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In times of fashioned chaste
Silver raced towards the sky
Machines controlled our fate
The wise don't question why
Temptation led to promise
Create the class of need
Consume to live, in fear of life
Bite not the hand that feeds
Short years to decades turn
Baptized in swamps of greed
Through grandeur's haze, we stumble on
Blighted paths that house our dreams
Forgone are the senescent ways
Figments of judgment collapsed
Nothing left but recognitive waste
Heirs to a legacy scrapped
