Aeons ago, the creation
Of man began sculpting itself.
Onward they travelled and grew.
Centuries passed, climates changed, species dissolved.
From the untamed dark cold caves
Emerged a primal mind
Armed with some basic instincts.
Animal, man, machine: primitive mind.
Years of development passed,
The human race declined.
We leap into the era
Animal, man, machine: mechanical mind.
The remains of what's left are few
As the four footed posture becomes two.
From carving stone to carving steel,
From crude constructions to the ultimate machine.
From the untamed dark cold caves
Emerged a primal mind
Armed with some basic instincts.
Animal, man, machine: primitive mind.
Years of development passed,
The human race declined.
We leap into the era
Animal, man, machine: mechanical mind.
Thousands of years; Errors to show
What we've done,
What we've become.
We commence to slowly decompose.
Human thirst for discovery:
A decadent force with no ken for excess.
Mankind's extinction is assured
With the endless involvement of the mechanised race.
We'll be superfluous.
We'll be overthrown.
A path to extinction
Of natural life.
Animal, man, machine
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