There will come a point In the near future's huts That robots will halt Man's actions and bout Machine will overthrow And everyday will subdue The might and ego And the sapiens' sorrow Technology isn't the factor Nor any Engineering endeavor Could make this future Flowing like a pouring rain in haste Not exactly man will never work It's just that man will never be The man he used to And binded he will go Freewill is already not in sight For glory will not be measured in might He will do what is being told To gain some ear that will listen fair To reach a certain height Is to let them have the remote Connected to the cluttered brain And be a robot until drained - 3i
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